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The plane landed in New Orleans–it was so hot and humid, what Southerners would describe as “sultry”. All I wanted was to check into my hotel, take a cool shower, grab a bite, and kick back before the library conference got underway at the convention center. I got my shower, and headed down to the hotel’s restaurant, wet hair in a messy bun, and dressed in jeans and a simple black camisole. I was sipping my ice water, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

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