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DIANE Shopping was nice. I bought my pencils, socks and gloves. I even got myself Chinese takeout for dinner and a couple new comics from the bookstore near the condo. The bookstore, Supernova Comics, is a lovely sight to behold. The interior is beautiful, serene, filled with tall shelves containing so many cool comics, and there's even a cozy mini reading spot at the far end of the store. Mrs Jones, the bookstore owner, was nice and very hospitable to me. My shopping experience there was amazing, and I even see myself probably visiting there whenever I need to treat myself to a comic getaway.

I smiled at him and went on writing. I'm really grateful that he's here with me today. I'd probably go crazy staring at the four walls of this small retail store. This place is just a few meters away from home, and there's not much crimes in Georgebury – which is probably why Papa let me take over. The houses here are almost half a kilometer away from each other, and I wholeheartedly wish to have more neighbors. "Did you read the last book I gave you?" My best friend asked.

Since they knew what the wedding really meant, they just wanted to be there for helping and supporting Eden. “We should probably go and look for a dress,” said Grace. She did not expect to be looking for wedding dresses so soon for herself or any of her friends. Eden didn’t really care about what dress she wore or how she looked, she just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. “Yeah, do you guys know any good store?” asked Eden. “Yeah, there’s this place called Cocomelody Bridal Boutique near my home, I heard that they got the best selection in the city, let’s go there,” said Grace.

The place reeked of stale bread and grease, the garbage in the nearby dumpster, and asphalt, with an undertone of cigarette smoke and the much more pleasant scent of mice. Mmm. Mice. My nose twitched and my stomach growled. Maybe later. The dumpster and its little residents weren’t going anywhere, and I might be able to get some human food along the way and skip having to hunt. The plaza contained a chain pizza joint, a liquor store, a nail salon, and — bingo. One of those work uniform stores that specialized in Dockers. Perfect. A quick trip around the back of the plaza, a tiny application of magic to the lock on the back door and another to the security system to fritz it, and I nosed my w

It felt good to imagine being one of them again. I pulled up a list of nearby shops that were hiring. Nothing fancy. A bookstore. A small bakery. A florist. I decided to start with the bookstore. It was tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop, the kind of place where time moved slowly. The sign read HARROW & SONS BOOKS, letters fading at the edges. I pushed open the door, and a bell chimed softly above me. Inside, it smelled of dust and old paper. A man behind the counter looked up, his glasses sliding down his nose.

I growled under my breath, veering back to look at the strip center. Then I saw it. Betty's Books…24-hr bookstore. A honk sounded from behind me. The light was green. I pulled into the turn lane, whipping a u-turn and pulling into the parking space. I got out, stepping into the empty storefront. It wasn't unusual. Who would go to a bookstore at 9 PM on a weekday? Me. That's who. The shopkeeper popped up behind a stack of books on the front desk. "Hello! Welcome in!"

"Whatever happens, we face it together." "I know." "You're not alone." "I know." He squeezed. Held on. The Bookstore The store was small, wedged between a coffee shop and a used clothing store, a hand-painted sign swinging in the breeze. Crossroads Books. I stood across the street for a long time, watching. "He doesn't know you're coming," Adam said. "I know." "If you're not ready" "I'll never be ready." I crossed the street. Opened the door. The bell chimed. The store smelled like paper and dust and something else coffee, maybe, or the candles burning on the counter. Shelves lined every wall. Stacks of books covered the floor.

“Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.” Cassie chuckles and takes a half-bow. “My pleasure.” I sigh, doing my best to repress images of Martha Wilkins (all three-hundred pounds of her) enjoying the latest Mills & Boon novel, say Midnight in the Desert, Midnight in the Summer, or, predictably, Midnight in the Harem. “All right, then. You’re free. Nothing coming until Monday morning. Got a shipment of comic books due. The York Book Emporium from Pennsylvania is sending us some of their overstock.”

Chastity asked. “Where did you get those?” I responded, pointing to her pants. “These? Oh. There is a comic book like store in town that has a clothing section. I got them last weekend when I took Jax there.” “I like them, but they would be better if they were only Captain America.” “Of course you would say that.”

Fresh and raw, like something just opened. Mia asked around last week. "Some kind of toy store," she reported. "Handmade stuff, wood things. Kind of cute, actually." A toy store. Next to a coffee shop in a quiet Seattle neighborhood. Fine. Good. Maybe they'll send customers our way. I don't think about it again.