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Marcus came in about eleven, and I re-introduced him to Tiffany before pointing out the truly stellar display of John Green’s books. “Great work,” he said. “You can see all the titles, but the display also works as a whole to draw readers in.”
“Yeah, I was going for a ‘What’s that? OOH, I love John Green, and wait he’s coming here’ thing. I did have one question though. See how this—” I wandered off as Tiffany and Marcus nerded out on stack heights and tiers. I was so glad Marcus now had someone else to obsess over that stuff with.
I wandered with my empty mug back to Rocky’s café and took a seat. The store was still pretty quiet – typical for a winter day early in the week – and I wanted a minute to think about Bixley’s murder, or more specifically, the murders it looked like he had
