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I'm not sure what I was thinking that day.

It was a normal Thursday; nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning.

I'd risen from bed, taken a shower, and brushed my teeth. I'd then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my house and the county library where I worked.

The ride took its usual 15 minutes before it left me standing fresh-faced in front of a building of gothic construction that was my favorite place in the world.

After straightening my knee-length skirt...