The Bookshelf Falls

The bookshelf collapsed at nine.

Not dramatically. It leaned, sighed, and gave up like a man in a board meeting.

Lily stood in front of it with both hands on her hips.

"Mr. Cross."

Adrian, still in shirtsleeves, looked genuinely ashamed.

"I see the issue."

"The issue is gravity."

"Yes."

"Did...

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