It's time to renew the reading list, the upcoming books would be so much game changing to tailed tales.

The librarian starts to clean up the bookcase adjacently being in front of him.

"So much memories."

he said.

A feeble plaintive pain was heard beneath his breathing.

"What's coming next? same old stories?"

The shipper knew what was inside the box and would never tell him. Let it be surprising him, he said.

He painstakingly forgot that the guy over there who was cleaning the bookcase was truly put an end to presents, he's full of scars.

"Oh, got you! I know you were there."

he's emotionally plain facing up myriad books. it's 4 A.M, and the guy over there just finished his bookshelf neatly. A-Z.

"Finished! so which one could give me the hardest trauma to rid-off and the most painful story to suffer?"

He happened to say the same sentence a year ago.

He's going n o w h e r e .