“I love you,” Greg said. “I love you all, individually and as a body, with a passion that borders on mania. Every wild idea, every stupid mistake, every bright shining hope that ended in disappointment, I love you all, moreso than you can ever possibly imagine. If I were you, I’d consider a restraining order.”

Brigid didn’t turn away from her cup, but did glance over at him with narrowed eyes. The loon was making indecent propositions to his library again. This led her to some uncomfortable thoughts on the nature of the term “bibliophile,” which she dismissed with a repressed shudder.

She had enough aggravation.

-The Gneech

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