Who needs that many books anyway?” There are two books in his duffle, and he’s currently holding one in each hand, debating which one he wants to take. “I don’t know what mood I’ll be in.” “Mood? Does it even matter? It’s a book. Let’s go.” He whips his head in my direction, staring at me like I’ve offended him. “God, you know nothing. I can’t just take any book. I have to have options.” My gaze drops to his duffle, staring at a very familiar and worn book. “Didn’t you already read that one?” “It’s called a comfort read. If I can’t get into any of these, I’ll just reread this one.” He tosses
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Saint is my new bestie
