It was only a matter of time, but today was the day I finally lost Rebecca in a bookshop.
We'd been walking around Victoria for a couple of hours, taking the very scenic route into the shopping district. After a thift store (where I got two very nice bargin shirts), we found ourselves in a huge double-floor bookshop. Rebecca doesn't like it too much when I stalk her around when she's perusing so I put my nose into some other sections. I ended up in the film and TV areas and somehow found a nearly pristine copy of Bart Simpson's Guide to Life, a boom I read cover to cover then back again a hundred times over growing up. Flicking through those pages was like a heady dose of nostalgia that I was not prepared for. In the midst of all this, Rebecca finished browsing and managed to check every aisle, minus the one I was having a moment in. We kept passing eachother all over the place til we were eventually reunited on the stairwell. We always magnetize to one another in the end.
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