Bookstore
He’d always loved the smell of a bookstore.
It was the smell of magic and knowledge, history and recipes.
Real life is messy and unorganized, frightening and
unpredictable.
In a bookstore, you knew just where everything was,
and it was there whenever you needed it.
His whole life, going to the bookstore was stepping
out of chaos and into order, and it calmed him just thinking about it.
The bookshelves at home were not as well-organized,
but they were still an anchor for his soul in a world filled with betrayal.
You can absolutely tell a book by its cover.
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