THE REJECTED LUNA
“I'm sorry.”
“No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right.
“She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added.
“Doing what exactly?”
She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?”
“What was she basically reading about?”
“Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.
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