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Chapter 32. |Thrifts and Trials|
Day 22.
It was just like I had predicted. I was back at the thrift store the next day.
I shifted the weight of my tote bag from the right to the left hand as I pushed open the door to Tom's store with a determined sigh. After the series of crazy dreams I had last night, I had concluded that the only solution was to get my hands on that book.
I had waited all day, impatiently at school and when school was finally over, I all but dashed here.
Tom's silvers flashed with remembrance as he saw me. "Hello, dear. You didn't come with your boyfriend this time?"
"He's not my boyfriend." I felt the urge to clear that up.
"Well you two seemed a little buddy buddy to be just friends," Tom pondered to himself, his look still unconvinced.
"Well we are," I confirmed with a nod.
"If you say so, but I think you two would make a great duo, really," he sai
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