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Show Inside Out, 11 she would want to spread around. It was strange that the more I came to believe that Joseph really was dead, the less I wanted to tell people about it. Not just because no one would believe me. Something else was stopping me. Like it was an important and personal secret, and I would be betraying something if I told. Almost like it was sacred. I wondered how many other people were out there walking around with sacred secrets. I got into the library, spread out my stuff, plugged in and booted up. And then my heart sank. No internet. "Urn, excuse me," I said to the cute guy who was shelving books now. "Is the internet down?" "Yeah, sorry," he said. "Believe me, it's going to be more of a headache for us than for you!" He tilted his head towards the line of people who had just come to pick up "Holds" and were already at the checkout counter. The poor lady helping them had to type the codes of their books into a computer one at a time. "Is it going to come back up soon?" I asked. "Who knows?" he shrugged. I shuffled back to my table. No internet. What was I going to do? I spent the rest of the morning doing homework. At lunch time I had to go home to eat, but I rode back to the library again after that. I spent two more hours there, checking for internet access every thirty seconds. |