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When I was younger, Thursdays had always been my favorite days. I’ve always been the kind of person for whom the anticipation of the thing almost always matters more than the thing itself, so looking forward to the weekend, especially for me as a bookish, nerdy teenager, was always way better than the weekend.
Now, though, Thursdays didn’t stand out as much. I loved how I spent my days, and that was a gift because I’d been dreaming of a bookstore for as long as I could remember. And when you want something this badly for this long, it can really disappoint you. All Booked Up didn’t disappoint, though. Not at all.
This Thursday, however, I dreaded, despite the fact that we were having a barbecue at Stephen and Walter’s house that night. First, Deputy Dillard was coming into the shop ev
