Letters
The other day I was in Barnes and Noble, waiting to meet a friend to go mall-walking. It was raining, and when we are experiencing inclement weather, we walk inside. I am explaining that to you because I know you were interested (to be read with sarcasm). In any event, bookstores make me both happy and frustrated. Happy, because I love books; frustrated, because I know that even though it is a dream of mine, I will never write a book. What I find amazing is the number of cookbooks....
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