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One boy young man, one booth, one book and one hot chocolate. Mix well, bake until golden brown.
Ichigo's in a booth with a book today, a drink nearby half-finished and now forgotten as he struggles with an old, well-worn paperback. Having never heard of "Of Mice and Men", and having little experience with America in the past or the present, Ichigo is struggling to understand why Bar gave this to him when he asked for a book. It's hard to read and only half of it makes sense to him, but Ichigo refuses to be bested by some dusty old novel.
Fifteen pages in and Ichigo's brain hurts already. Some stupid old American book is hardly what Ichigo would call 'light reading', but maybe he'll feel stupid if he gives up now.
Ichigo's in a booth with a book today, a drink nearby half-finished and now forgotten as he struggles with an old, well-worn paperback. Having never heard of "Of Mice and Men", and having little experience with America in the past or the present, Ichigo is struggling to understand why Bar gave this to him when he asked for a book. It's hard to read and only half of it makes sense to him, but Ichigo refuses to be bested by some dusty old novel.
Fifteen pages in and Ichigo's brain hurts already. Some stupid old American book is hardly what Ichigo would call 'light reading', but maybe he'll feel stupid if he gives up now.