Rachel takes us to a bookstore in Paris…
She turned to glare at him, but he was staring at the mark on her forehead.
For decades the Shakespeare & Company bookstore had made it a point to provide a temporary mattress to wandering writers, in exchange for a bit of work cleaning up the store and help keeping the stacks from making good on their plans to make the passageways of the store completely inaccessible.
Oh no! What color was she turning now?
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