“People who truly love books don’t treat them this way.” Into his mind had slipped a memory of his grandpa, smiling contentedly as he read one of his favorites over and over until it fell apart. He’d been completely absorbed in every story. Rintaro’s grandpa had always handled the books in his store with the greatest of care, but that didn’t mean he treated them as decorations. He hadn’t been obsessed with having some sort of gorgeous exhibition—he had concentrated on creating a well-maintained space filled with the kind of books people wanted to reach out and pick up, no matter how old or
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