In the Bookstore

The spines tempted her. She moved from shelf to shelf with a finger tracing them. Her hand stopped to lovingly grasp her favourite – it was what her parents read out to her when she was little. After the bonding session, she continued her journey, stopping to run her fingers over her second favourite. It was the one that had carried her through a rough phase last year. Her journey stopped at the checkout counter, where she bought what would be her third favourite book soon.

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