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With a sore wrist but a notebook full of names, Astrid and I handed in the binder. We left with a big grin, feeling rather accomplished.
“We did well,” Astrid complimented. “Good teamwork.”
“Agreed.” I gave her an amiable pat on the shoulder. “I can’t believe the librarian thanked us for trying to bring justice. In the beginning, she didn’t even want to give us the logs.”
“Yes, but you made it personal. That was smart.”
“And you! A last message for her parents. Amazing.”
We exchanged a look, realising we hadn’t said anything mean or harsh to each other for an entire hour.
Astrid scrunched her nose. “No, I don’t like us being friendly. It’s weird.”
“Totally.” I threw her the notebooks and swung my bag over my shoulder. “Have fun going over all the names.”
“What? Where are you go
