To whoever saw fit to scoop up a red leather-bound book from the library earlier today, I would very much like it returned to me.
Yes, I know, I should keep better track of my things. However, people should also refrain from taking things without permission. It was very clearly not a book from the library.
I'm beginning to think she's coming up with ways to avoid me. Perhaps I should say something again. Then again, maybe not. I don't think she was particularly thrilled with me the last time.
If it wasn't for him being here, I would be wondering if my coming here was a mistake...