Books, Fiction, Love, Women

Love in the bookstore

Her friends found love at parties. She wasn’t a fan of parties. When people asked her how she expected to find love, she said that it would find her. It was a bad hair day and she’d pulled on the first clothes she could remove from under her sleeping cat. Her trip to the bookstore was as exciting as always as her eyes feasted on the new and old titles. She almost missed his admiring look when they stood by each other, reading the same book. It was love.

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