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“Can I help you?” “I... I want to read,” I said. Her face lit up. “Well, you’re in the right place.” She showed me where the GED books were. Real ones. Thick, updated. I ran my fingers over the spines. “Do I need a card?” “You can read anything here without one,” she said. “But if you want to borrow...” I shook my head. “I’ll just read here.” And I did. Every day after work, for two weeks, I came in. I read until my eyes ached. I took notes on napkins and old receipts.

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Either that or he was muttering to himself, which wasn't entirely impossible considering he had a mental health record. To her left was her desperate best friend who unsuccessfully tried to pay attention to George's monotonous lecture on how the stock charts had waned pitifully low regardless of the fact that they had spent sleepless nights reading, re-reading, and analyzing every single method on market ratio. Releasing a loud breath, she slouched on her spot, dazing into oblivion but the sudden buzz of her phone startled her from nearly dozing off. She quickly unlocked her phone, and read the short text from David.

If I was going to have dinner with Emilia and her grandfather tomorrow night, I should at least come prepared. "Janet," I called to my assistant through the intercom. "Clear my afternoon. I have an errand to run." Two hours later, I stood in Rainy Day Books, one of the city's oldest independent bookstores, staring in bewilderment at shelves of children's and young adult titles. The salesperson approached cautiously, eyeing my suit with the wary respect Seattle reserves for corporate types. "Can I help you find something?" "I need books," I said, then internally winced at the obvious statement. "For a nine-year-old girl. Smart, science-oriented, into puzzles and space."