
They never had these in the library when I was an ankle-biter. The kids love them. You can actually check them out like books, how cool is that?
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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