I asked the librarian where to find a book of patriotic American songs. She said “Over there.”
I asked the librarian where to find books about paranoia. She whispered, “They’re right behind you.”
I asked the librarian for a book about Pavlov’s dog and Schrödinger’s cat. She said it rang a bell, but she didn’t know if it was there or not.
I asked the librarian for a book on engine lubricants. She said to look in the nonfriction section.
I asked the librarian to recommend an author who wrote dinosaur novels. She said, “Try Sarah Topps.”
I asked the librarian for a book about Stockholm Syndrome. She told me the first few chapters were horrible, but by the end, I would love it.
Ace of Spades
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