Oh, the sad residents of the library at this dark and rapidly brightening hour. How they had dreamed of accomplishments! Now, alone except for each other, their sad slog towards... eh, whatever, continues. A girl in the wings stares at her laptop, awaiting a miracle --- "I've sacrificed four cups of coffee to the paper gods," she thinks, "why do they frown upon me still?" She looks upon her happy note to herself, which reads, "You can do it!" She's made a liar of eight and a half by eleven paper.
A man comes in with a broom and a trash can. It's cleaning time. Time for the garbage to go. "Yes," he says, "that means you." All depart.
