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Anyhow, during this time I was working with a wide-eyed woman named Robin. She and I shared a love of literature and one day while she and her daughter were out shopping, she purchased a book for me. Yes, a Truman Capote book. An old paperback, a yellow stained brittle paged of a book. It smelled of warehouse dust but wore its age wonderfully.
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Thanks for your time. Thank you Robin for your gift many years ago and I’m finally reading it.
Happy Reading!
~Francine