I ran my thumb along the edge of the book, riffling the pages, and that musty, prickly smell of an old paperback reached my nostrils. I’ve always loved that smell,
As always , Lindsey felt all her trouble ease once she was back among the familiar. Just seeing the names on the spines of the books was like calling hello to old friends.
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