| I met my husband while I was working
in a science library. He came in every week to read the
latest journals and eventually decided to take out the librarian
instead of the books. After a year and a half of dating,
he showed up at the library and started rummaging through
my desk. I asked what he was looking for, but he didn't
answer. Finally he unearthed one of the rubber stamps I
used to identify reference books. "Since I couldn't
find the right engagement ring," he said, "this
will have to do," and he firmly stamped my hand. Across
my knuckles, in capital letters, it read "NOT FOR CIRCULATION."
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