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A Normal Day in her Bookstore
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2025-08-17 08:00:01CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
LIBRERIA FIORETTA The soft rustle of pages, the faint murmur of voices, the gentle tap of footsteps on hardwood, this was the sanctuary I controlled, the world I projected to everyone outside. I sat behind the counter, my fingers tracing the spine of a well-worn novel, though my eyes skimmed over the words without truly seeing. A small bell jingled as the door opened. A middle-aged woman stepped inside, clutching a delicate scarf wrapped around her neck. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the books. “Good morning, dear. Any recommendations for a book to curl up with?” she asked, voice warm but tinged with hesitation. I folded my novel shut and looked up, offering her the practiced smile that hid the iron beneath. “Depends on what you like. Something light? Something dark?” She hesitated, then said, “Dark, but with hope.”<
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