"I hope so." he said. "I'm looking for a book."
The pages in the clerk's head stopped flipping for a split second. Of all the times he'd heard those words, those inane, stupid words, out of thousands of different mouths, they'd never once phased him even slightly. With this man, this man with his dim and helpless question that came out of his limping and helpless mouth, with this man his careful training stumbled upon itself .
He allowed himself an evil thought. What an asshole. Then the pages of the manual fluttered for his attention, and he was back.
"Well, I think I can help you there." The joke was a careful one, the playful sarcasm tuned such to soothe the the man's unease like a fussy baby in a crib being given a familiar blanket.
The man gave a nod.
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