Creativity strikes at the weirdest times.
He chuckled.
She turned. His back to her, he was kneeling down in the small aisle between the two bookshelves with an exceedingly thick book in his hand. Tolstoy's War and Peace. She smiled.
"You know you want to read it all," she playfully commented.
He looked up, returning her smile. "I think I'd get
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