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Over the past weeks Giron had enjoyed travelling throughout Nova Scotia, enjoying the climate. The past weeks he'd mostly spent traveling through nature, camping, exploring, and generally getting his fedora dirty. After doing this for two weeks, he had come to the conclusion that having his fedora so tattered was something he could no longer live with, and had set off for a city he could relax at. The moment he knew of the library, he had settled on Halifax. He missed being able to just sit and spend a day reading, letting his perception of time be controlled solely by print on paper. At the same time, he knew he had to control himself. Casual reading was different than reading case reports every waking hour, but to be found sleepwalking in a reenactment of a tale could be nearly as bad. Having tidied himself and got rid of nature's mark from his clothes, and more importantly, his Fedora, Giron was glad to be on his way to the library. His jaw hit the floor the moment he entered.
He got up quickly and massaged his bruised jaw, annoyed that he had fallen entering a library. At first he was happy, thinking nobody saw him. One audible sigh of relief later, his nose picked up the clear scent of a cat.
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