Mar 19, 2005 07:38
When I worked in the book store I used to adopt the unwanted, throw aways, crazies, and excetric; who am I kidding everyone who walked through the door fit into one of those groups.
In particular there was this one girl about 24, she was 5 feet tall with what I thought could have been a gorgeous mane of blonde hair, she carried a small back pack and doned her walking shoes with a serious power walking look on her face. She loved tin tin and would come for the "inspirational books."
I always tried talking to her because I could see the pain in her face ......