On a Saturday afternoon that began as normally as any other, I was lazily lounging on the living room couch and tapping away at my phone without a care in the world. There was an episode of Family Guy playing in the background that I’d seen a dozen times, so I was only half-watching it
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The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the old bookstore, casting golden stripes across the worn hardwood floor. Clara adjusted her glasses, her fingers tracing the spine of a leather-bound volume as she hummed a tune from the 1940s. The scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air, mingling with the