He saw her across a crowded shelf.
Her deckle-edge was seductively deep, her endpapers velvety. She was a first edition, probably autographed. Any man would want to write his name in a book like her.
She noticed him perusing her pages, and blushed. He had a hard…
My Life.
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MY LIFE!
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Books. And more books. And cookies. And tea.
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My Life.
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