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Emma
“Here you go, Mr. Roberts,” I say, handing the wizened old man a stack of paperbacks. “You’ll enjoy these, I’m sure.”
“Oh, I have no doubt.” He beams at me, showing two missing teeth in the front. “I love this series. So glad you recommended this author to me. I’ve loved all her books so far.”
I grin back at him. “I’m happy to hear that. She’s my favorite science fiction writer.”
“Mine too now,” he says, and we share a moment—that perfect moment of connection with someone who appreciates the same books you do. It’s moments like these that keep me working at Smithson Books despite low pay and no chance of advancement. Well, moments like these and my love of physical books. Just being in this little bookstore, surrounded by shelves of paperbacks and hardbacks, lifts my mood. I l
