Rows and rows of books.
Pick one up. Go ahead. Read a few sentences. Enjoying it?
Put it back and pick up another one. Look! More words.
What was that first one about? Who wrote it?
I’m sorry I couldn’t hear your answer over the cluster of teenagers that walked by giggling and talking over one another.
How’s that coffee you’re drinking? Don’t spill it on the books.
I would browse around with you some more, but I seem to have dislocated my head.
I think I’ll go home and try to forget that pain is constantly assaulting my left deltoid and shoulder.
Good night.
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