A teen girl tried to steal a book from our store

something that seems to hum with meaning I don’t fully understand.

“She told me it would save me,” I murmur.

The woman lets out a quiet, disbelieving laugh that quickly dissolves into something fragile.

“She used to say things like that too,” she whispers.

I don’t know what to say. Nothing about this feels logical, yet everything about it feels real.

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