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Another One Bites The Dust
It wasn't my neighborhood bookstore. It wasn't even the bookstore near my mom's. But it was just fifty feet from one of my favorite bakeries amid some really wonderful restaurants. I spent a lot of time browsing before and after lunches and dinners, many of them with qnotku.
Now it's no more. Farewell, Books-a-Million Shirlington. My personal world is a sadder place.
Now it's no more. Farewell, Books-a-Million Shirlington. My personal world is a sadder place.
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"My personal world is a sadder place."
I know exactly what you mean. Unlike other stores (except perhaps a few record stores), good bookshops are sort of like living creatures, aren't they?
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The awful part is I keep hearing Bette Davis in my head.
Hugs,
Jean Marie
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BTW, major congrats on the continued progress of the book. Every correction, as much as every added word, is a step in the right direction.
Hugs and smiles,
Jean Marie