This time I couldn't find the book for about a week. When at last I discovered it, it was hiding between Charles Dickens' Great Expectations and Thomas Paine's Common Sense. Definitively not the Dewey Decimal System.
When I opened the book I gasped aloud and slammed the book shut. I peeked around the shelves but the rooms were still, no one around to hear me. Cautiously I opened the book again. At Chapter II, the margins were a collage of cobalt ink and graphite.
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Meeting in the Margins
Short StoryCassidy and Drex are strangers. They've never met, they don't know the other's last names, and they don't know the other's age. But they share one thing in common. They converse through the pages of an English classic at the town library. The pair's...
