Well, then. That's that, isn't it, Barbara.
Fingers skimmed over the bright, glossy covers. Piles of them - Comic books, the flimsy, browning paper with clear, tiny dots of color, all the way to the
glossy, smooth pages that she'd come to expect when thinking magazineShe was on the floor of the rec-room, surrounded by piles. So many piles, and as
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