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"A Pirate Looks at Fifty?" I replied. "I've read one of his others, but not that one."
"I'm finished with it. Do you want it?"
"Sure."
She stepped into her camper and came out with a hardback. Wow. A hardback. About an inch and a quarter thick. About 450 pages. Maps inside the covers. Serious bookness. Especially after reading e-books the past couple of years. I hefted it. Considered it.
"Until I get around to reading it, I guess I could use it to prop up something."
“A puff of kief in the morning makes a man as strong as a hundred camels in the courtyard.”
ReplyDeleteBut it makes reading harder.
DeleteDo you know that ol poster is valued at $950? I had a fortune in my bedroom, brought by an old hippie. Part of that original north California commune. He could read.
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