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Yesterday a giant truck pulled up in front of the bookstore and unloaded 70 boxes of Harry Potter into our back room. This morning we got another 16 from a different supplier, as well as a larger-than-average shipment of less momentous books (aw, maybe that's too harsh; I'm sure some of them are perfectly momentous books) - we can hardly fit into the back room ourselves anymore, and it's just going to get worse when we actually unpack the books. Tonight, Northfield will become Cowsmeade and Division St. will become Diagon Alley. I'm super-excited.
(in addition to working at the bookstore and having my life pretty much taken over by Harry Potter lately, things are good. I need to pack, and I'm excited and happy to get home in a couple weeks, and not-quite-yet-but-soon-to-be terrified to go to China in a few more)
(in addition to working at the bookstore and having my life pretty much taken over by Harry Potter lately, things are good. I need to pack, and I'm excited and happy to get home in a couple weeks, and not-quite-yet-but-soon-to-be terrified to go to China in a few more)