Books, books, books.
“If it was such a meaningful book why did I give it away to a charity shop?” Good question.
“It was tainted by ancient history. A painful reminder. I don’t understand how inanimate objects have a life, but they do.”
“But you’re buying the same book. Won’t it still remind you of her?”
“This book will be different. Untarnished. If you had it in stock, I’d buy it right now. And I’d remember you, not her.”
“What would you remember about me?”
Her orange hair. Pale skin. Green chunky knit cardigan.
The badge. “How does it end?”
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