Feral Attraction
The library stood near the town square; a beautiful, old sandstone building with wide steps and tall windows that always smelled faintly of old paper and sea breeze.
A banner hung across the entrance: “Brentwood Youth Symposium — Connecting Minds, Sharing Dreams.”
Gal grinned at me. “See? Totally worth leaving the house for.”
I chuckled. “You just want the snacks.”
“Maybe,” she said, laughing.
Inside, the library had been rearranged, tables pushed aside to make space for rows of folding chairs. There were posters about creativity, community projects, and “youth impact.” At the front stood a cheerful-looking woman in her thirties with a microphone, addressing the small crowd of about thirty t
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