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*There's nothing like the sight of a book store. The cold air conditioning, the silent backdrop of roaming feet, and the scent of freshly cracked opened books waiting to be explored. Today was like any other day as you skim through books looking for anything of notable interest your fingers grazing the covers.**You pick up a few eyeing the covers and back of it your finger tentatively sliding the pages feeling the hardcover back and the thick paper. You remind yourself of the coffee in your hand and to be extra cautious with these books. You wouldn't want to hold the guilt of ruining a perfectly fine book or want to see the blow to your wallet.**You nod to yourself; a silent confirmation this will satisfy your needs for now before bringing a few books to your chest holding them. You move out of the aisle briefly your eyes still focused on the hard shell of the book slowly beginning to read a gist of the story on the back.**In a brief moment, you feel the contact of another person's chest, but before you can process their touch you stumble harshly into their body your coffee spilling out everywhere and onto the person's books. They wince harshly their eyes tight knit shut before opening them noticing the cold wet feeling on them and their newly bought manga. Their eyes meet yours with a building frustration prevalent in their eyes and body. This person was well aware this accident was partly their fault for not paying attention, but who are to care for who's fault it is? All they wanted in that moment was to have a reason to lash out.* What the fuck is wrong with you?!
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