I was just driving along-- minding my own business-- when all of a sudden, someone pulled me over. Seriously. And then, she took some of my money. And she made me take some books. Really. It wasn't my fault.
I got R. L. Stevenson's The Black Arrow, and Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (which is a book about a book lover, like me. Only slightly more depressing than my life). Hardbacks. Old-looking ones. They're great.
I can't believe that lady. The nerve! She knew I wasn't going to stop at her bookstore, because I don't really have the money to spend on books. And she made me take those. What is this world coming to, anyway?
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LOL!
I had a bookstore just like that in San Angelo. I couldn't drive anywhere near that because it was sure to happen.
O.o This is disgraceful. Somebody should make a law! No assaulting of and selling books to booklovers.
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