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      <title>The Librarian</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote this story originally under a different nickname but that one no longer applies. This story is a work of fantasy. The Human Guitar scene in here has been partially done irl and was created for a friend of mine at her request.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been working on reconfiguring the library computers for almost a week. I was getting near completion of the task and was looking forward to it because I had noticed a certain librarian there. She had looked very familiar to me but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t remember where I knew her from. It took me a couple of days to remember that she looked just like a woman that I had seen on an adult website. It was possible that it was just a coincidence but she COULD be the same woman. Sure she had different colored hair but that was done all the time. I got to staring at her while trying to work during the rest of the week. I hoped that she didn&amp;rsquo;t notice but I had to try to memorize her features so that I could check out the website and know for sure if it was her.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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