Vincent took me to a bookstore.Not just any bookstore, Shakespeare and Company, he called it. A tiny place crammed with books stacked floor to ceiling, narrow staircases leading to hidden reading nooks, and the smell of old paper that hit me the second we walked in."This is incredible," I breathed, running my fingers along the spines."It's been here since the twenties. Hemingway used to come here. Fitzgerald. All the famous writers." Vincent gestured toward a corner where cushions were piled on the floor. "People can sleep here if they need to. The owner believes books should be accessible to everyone."I wandered through the aisles slowly, pulling random books off shelves, reading first lines, getting lost in the chaos of it all. Vincent followed at a distance, letting me explore.In a section marked "Poetry," I found a slim volume with a worn cover. I opened it randomly and read: "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in."Something about those words hit me harder than the
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