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It was a quiet evening at the library, which isn’t always a given. I work at a busy city library in the Boston area, located directly across from a high school, so we spend a lot of time helping people print and scan documents, apply for jobs, and look for housing, and in between all that, we try valiantly to get the teens to please, please stop vaping.

So, this evening, keyboards clicking softly and the faint smell of Coco Loco vapor lingering, it was perfect timing when I was approached by a boy looking for book recommendations. He looked about 12 years old, with a round face and his library card at the ready. I’ll call him Jay.

“Excuse me, do you have the bo

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