A long ago Friday night at Borders reading Charles Willeford's The Shark-Infested Custard. Books serve as markers on the timelines of our lives.
The kind of place you find out of print first editions next to pulp novels.
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A long ago Friday night at Borders reading Charles Willeford's The Shark-Infested Custard. Books serve as markers on the timelines of our lives.
The kind of place you find out of print first editions next to pulp novels.
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