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Thursday, December 15, 2005
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i watched as the lady across from me finished a novel. i saw she had one page left and watched her face for a full three minutes, expecting something. the only noticible change before she closed the cover was a slight sagging of her shoulders.
i always mourn the end of a book.
posted by J at
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