Thursday, April 12, 2012



she shrugged and carried the book and tea and muffins outside, ignoring the cold concrete under her feet. there were wooden chairs lined up at front where she pulled two over, one to sit in, another as footrest. she stretched out, sipped the tea, nibbling the muffin, and continued reading the story she couldn't seem to put down ever since she laid eyes on it in the bookstore yesterday, which after reading more than a dozen page, couldn't resist paying for it at the counter and brought it home for a more comfortable chair.


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