“Here’s the plan,” I tell Millie as she takes a sip of her coffee. “You pick out your favorite book for me to read, and I’ll get my favorite book for you to read.” She slams her free hand to her chest with a loud gasp. “That’s blasphemy. You have one favorite book? Out of the millions of books in the world, you can narrow it down to one favorite?” She steps between two romance shelves, and I follow her into the aisle as she runs her fingers over the colorful spines. “There are so many good ones. How could I pick?”
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