Following Goldfish and Cheerios

I was peeking through the bookshelf when I saw you. The library was quiet, and although there were so many books to read, I decided to write instead.  I sat on the floor by the mouse hole, and once I began, it was hard to stop. When I finished, I stood up just enough where I could slip my note on which I had written through the cracks between the books.  

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