The old bookstore was one I had never been to before. Their website stated they housed a collection of rare first edition novels and even autographed books. Of course, I couldn’t afford anything inside, but I wanted to be with them for a little while. Just to look. It had just started to rain as I ducked under the awing and through the doorway. The musty smell of old paper tickled my nose, and I inhaled deeply.
My flirty little skirt sprinkled raindrops on the carpet, making me smile shyly at the older man behind the counter. He chuckled and shrugged, suggesting I not worry about it. It was just water, after all, he said.
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