If I ever lowered myself to write a romance novel, it would take place in the library.

They would meet, and he would come whisper sweet somethings into her ear, as so not to disturb the others. His lips would gently brush her earlobe, and his fingers would rest on her neck, playing with her hair.

A week later, (as in ALL romance novels,) they would be in love, and he would climb atop a study table, and shout across the silent library -

"I LOVE THIS WOMAN!"

Then he would get down on one knee and propose, before he was kicked out.

Add a wedding, down the center aisle of stacks, and perhaps some midnight breaking and entering for some... late night reading?

IF only.

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That was my second break from studying, during my three hour affair at the library. I have a feeling it was because Sicilian boy was sitting directly behind me. The ending had to do with chopping off his head. Frustration I suppose?

I'm not in the mood for my usual chopping of heads tonight.

What happens if you have no intestines? Can they replace them? Will you die?

Life is suddenly serious and foreboding.