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My idiot savant dyslexic brother wanted me to give him the maps. He had this thing about memorizing them, then computing the exact time it would take us to get to Omaha. "Ahamo is
our destination. Our destination" my brother repeated. "We will arrive in Omaha in exactly 1 hour, 17 minutes, & 3, no 2 seconds." Just to mess with him, I took a sharp left onto
a back road - a shortcut known only to locals. My brother frowned at me, "This isn't the way to Omaha!" "Relax, bro." I could see he was flummoxed. I continued down the windy road
bordered by short grass with the occasional tilled, alfalfa or hemp field . Even from here we could see that the lighting bugs had already lit up both the Library and Mrs. Kelly's
desiccated corpse. Mrs. Kelly was nothing more than worm food now, but the books in her library may yet still be in good condition. I crept forward through the smoldering piles of
wigwams in the "American Frontier" section. Entire tribes had been burned alive. But what of the volumes? Did any of the library's books survive the rampage? I passed slaughtered
Shelves of books with the Dewey decimal numbers still visible. I grabbed a bag of books before the shelves were demolished. They were giving books away! I took all I could carry.
Within a month I started getting overdue notices for all the books I had taken. "But I thought they were free!" I complained. "Yes, but you have to return them," said the librarian
I pouted but paid the fee. It took me a year to pay it all off. I added it up and became an avid book buyer, it was cheaper. Now I have my own library. But don't keep the books!

Started: 2015-07-11 18:38:04
Finished: 2017-03-17 19:30:58

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