I'm reading a story about a girl whose boyfriend broke up with her because she was reading a book at a funeral. Prior to that, she'd walked into a lamppost while reading. Reading while cooking, she'd accidentally started a kitchen fire.
As for myself, I was caught sniffing a book Saturday at the library, checking for absorbed scents too strong to bring home. The pretty, petite librarian clicked by happily in her high heels when I heard -- and saw, out of the corner of my eye -- the sudden catch in her step. It was then that I realized the book in my hand was still held up to my nose.
She picked up speed again, thankfully . . . . .
As for myself, I was caught sniffing a book Saturday at the library, checking for absorbed scents too strong to bring home. The pretty, petite librarian clicked by happily in her high heels when I heard -- and saw, out of the corner of my eye -- the sudden catch in her step. It was then that I realized the book in my hand was still held up to my nose.
She picked up speed again, thankfully . . . . .
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