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PROLOGUE
She lies under the tree, a book titled 'Aristotle's Greatest Works' clutched in her hands. A large dog is spread out beside her, its head resting on its crossed paws, drool trickling out of the corner of it's mouth.
She sighs in contentment as she turns the page, eagerly devouring the words in front of her. As I watch, she stops about halfway through the page and reaches over to the patch of grass next to her. Picking up the red moleskine notebook that lies there, she licks her thumb and flips to the next clean page. She grabs a pencil that is tucked in her hair and writes a few, nearly illegible lines, before closing it once again and returning the pencil to its original place.
The canine beside her picks up it's head and cocks its ears, before settling down once again. The woman stretches out her arm and scruffs its ears before standing up and gathering the few belongings that she had with her into her arms. She then proceeds to take a hold of the dog's leash and walk out of the park, a thoughtful look on her face. Through the entire ten minute walk to her house, she does not make one sound.
Once inside, she unleashes her dog and goes upstairs into her bedroom, placing the notebook, textbook and pencil into the top drawer of her dresser. After this she walks downstairs, makes a cup of tea and reads a short book that is filled with quotes from Aristotle.
This lady, Judith Briginton, may be seemingly unspectacular, if not for her obsession with the works of Aristotle.
But this is the woman our story is based around. And you may find out just how truly spectacular she can be.
Because we all know, you must never judge a book by its cover.
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Aristotle
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