“Can you grab my bag out the back?” “What you need?” I asked, opening the messenger bag. “The gift box,” he said just as my eyes landed on a gold, rectangular box with white stripes. I pulled it out as he told me to open it. Grabbing the edges of the box, I shook it, causing the bottom to fall into my lap. A book with a stunning cover, featuring a Black couple caught my attention. I knew this book. “Wait…” I lifted it out from within the box. “Is this mine?” The question was rhetorical because I’d know my books, with my annotations sticking out of them, anywhere. “Why do you have this with
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