She ducks down another row and stays this time, running her fingers across the spines. "That's more than I've remembered," the book responds, distracted. "Nicer, too."
Reaching the end of the row, she shakes her head. This had felt like the right place. "Let's try the next row, but I think it's gone."
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Reaching the end of the row, she shakes her head. This had felt like the right place. "Let's try the next row, but I think it's gone."