J.J. sat quietly in the library,
Thumbing through a stack of books, looking quite contrary—
Jack Be Nimble, Jack Sprat, Little Jack Horner, and Jack and Jill,
Sifting through, trying not to make noise and sitting still.
Her shoulders slumped, and she muttered to herself,
“No other book with just Jill on the shelf.”
She let out a little yelp.
The librarian...
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