It was not very cold out so the man didn't mind stepping outside in his orange-and-yellow-checkered swim trunks for his morning walk to the library. His sparkly pajamas were at the dry cleaner's and so he had no other choice.
He waited outside the library for twenty minutes. The librarians unlocked the door for him and greeted him with a warm, "Hello," as they had every Tuesday morning for the past thirty-two years.
The man seated himself in an armchair with copy number four of Twilight and calmly began painting whiteout all over page fifty-seven.
"This is not a good book," he said.
This is pretty much my favorite one so far :)
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