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It was an old bench, set against the wall of the clinic. Whenever all the chairs were filled, patients would sit there - old ladies with rosaries, chatty toddlers with their mothers, nervous young men. Today the bench had only one occupant, a young woman smoking. She smoked, glancing at the clock, her watch, tapping her feet restlessly on the tiled floor.

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on this day 16 years ago

JL wrote about used
“I had looked so long and here it was. A genuine first edition copy. I picked it up and carefully turned the pages, excited by their yellowed used condition.”

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