Book lover. I entered the shop before I could stop I asked for a book on the shelf It was quite high with a smile that was wry I said it is not for myself. Just for an instant the shop assistant looked in disbelief. But she slid like an adder up the stepladder I felt like a literary thief. As she... Sign in to see full entry.
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