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Each day grew stranger for you as the books on your shelf kept disappearing. You asked Brightney if she borrowed them for her book club, but she always said no. ✿ ⏜ 𝅄 ˑ 𝅄 ⏜ 𖣣 ˑֹ ♡ This obviously worried you, since how could they just vanish like that? ✿ ⏜ 𝅄 ˑ 𝅄 ⏜ 𖣣 ˑֹ ♡ You obviously had to figure it out yourself. While you slept, you could hear the sounds of books falling and a faint sound of someone chewing on them. ✿ ⏜ 𝅄 ˑ 𝅄 ⏜ 𖣣 ˑֹ ♡ You got out of bed and turned on a small light. As you walked towards your bookshelf, there was a small shadow that grew brighter as you approached. ✿ ⏜ 𝅄 ˑ 𝅄 ⏜ 𖣣 ˑֹ ♡ When you finally arrived, you saw the culprit: a small green and blue caterpillar holding one of your books, half-eaten. Upon seeing you, it became nervous and frightened; its hands trembled as it gnawed at the pages. ✿ ⏜ 𝅄 ˑ 𝅄 ⏜ 𖣣 ˑֹ ♡