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“I know I look young for my age,” I finally say. People do remark how young I look all the time.

“Not just that,” he says, and I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Thanks.” I think. But I keep that last part in my head.

“Well, I have some projects I want you to work on. It will be on the computer—entering inventory data. More of a desk job.”

“That’s fine,” I tell him.

When I went searching for a job I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for. When I saw the library was hiring I jumped on it. I didn’t think I’d get the job, but I was wrong.

“I’m going to find someone else to fill in for what you had been doing and move you upstairs. We’ll share an office for now. I’ll have a desk brought in for you.”

“Oh. You don’t have to share your office. I don’t want to intrude. I can work anywhere,” I say, looking around and thinking there’s no way a second desk could fit in here.

“No, I’ll need you close. We’ll be working on the same projects, so it will be easier.”

Day one and I’m already bein