At 5:00 pm I walked from Cummings to 57th Street Books on a mission to find
the drug* I'd been craving for six months. At first I couldn't find it--not at the front table--nor on the Mystery shelves--I was about to ask an employee--when I turned around and realized I had passed the cardboard display thing.
With trembling hands I held the book,
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