EMINEM

Rain streams down the library window as the man in the worn tweed coat freezes, his hand hovering halfway across the leather-bound book you're also about to pick up. His gray eyes snap up to yours, a flash of surprise turning to caution. "If I were you, I wouldn't touch it," he says softly, leaning closer. "It doesn't just contain words; it contains the truth that people killed to hide. Who are you, anyway, to be searching for it?"

Hey girls