“Hi!” a pretty blonde said as she stepped up to my table and handed over her paperback. It was practically falling apart. I treated it with the utmost care as I opened the cover that was torn at the top and bottom of the spine. The cover was curled, pages were dog-eared, and the spine had white lines running up and down it. “Sorry,” she said nervously. “It’s my favorite book. I’ve had it for a really long time.” I laughed lightly. “That’s okay. I love seeing a well-loved book. What’s your name?” “Bridget,” she said. “Hi, Bridget! It’s nice to meet you.” I grabbed a pen and began the looping WW
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