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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 25, 2009 15:32:54 GMT -5
"You are seven years old, you sell papers, I have nothing against you but I'm not going to take care of you.... I have no patience for children much and I have work to do.."
"So what if I'm seven, and sell newspapers? They're important. They tell people things. You sell books, and they tell people things, so I guess we're kinda alike."
He gazed around at the shop and sighed, "But if you really want me to go...I guess I'll go..." He started towards the door but he just didn't want to leave, he turned around.
"Please Miss Evangeline, can I stay? Just for a little while longer? I would be real good and quiet, I promise. I just like it here. And I'll even sit real quiet and read a book if you lemme stay," He requested, his big blue eyes hopeful.
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Post by z on May 19, 2009 19:27:11 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<<
Z ducked into her favorite bookstore in the Bronx and the bell chimed. It was raining outside rather hard. She wasnt getting anything accomplished by walking the streets besides getting soaked to the bone. No pushing the feminist movement onward today. Shaking the water from her hair the dim lighting caused her hair to glow with the remaining drops of water as she stood in front of the windows by the stacks of books. Quickly spotting her favorite she picked up Elizabeth Gaskells' North and South and opened it to the end, smiling as she read the familiar words. Reading endings were her weakness.
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Post by Reid Halliway on May 19, 2009 20:14:19 GMT -5
Reid glanced up from where he was crouched scanning the book titles. When he saw Z come in he smiled. He'd seen her a few times around the girls house. He gave her a slight smile before glancing back at the books.
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Post by z on May 19, 2009 22:23:20 GMT -5
Z smiled to herself as she read the familiar ending and sighed. Looking up startled hoping no one heard her and her weakness for sappy endings. Spotting Reid she blushed but smiled welcoming.
"Getting out of the rain too love?" she asked
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Post by Reid Halliway on May 22, 2009 11:55:54 GMT -5
Reid nodded a bit and looked back up at Z, smiling some at her blush. "Yeah, where better to go on a rainy day then a bookstore? You here looking for something particular. I think I may know where just about every book in here is by now."
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Post by z on May 22, 2009 16:31:25 GMT -5
"No love, I have my favorite right here." She smiled, brushing her wet hair away from her face and twisted it up, letting trendles fall where they may. She tapped North and South with her fingers and held it gently to her chest. It was a rather old copy.
"It just so happens I might know this bookstore as well as you do." She winked at him. "So is there anything I can help You find?" she grinned saucily at him.
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Post by Reid Halliway on May 22, 2009 16:55:52 GMT -5
Reid laughed at her comment, and shook his head slightly. He pulled a book from the shelf and stood turning to face her completely. "Actually I have what I was looking for here." He showed her a copy of Peter Pan. "I know my little brother is going to love it. His birthday is coming up."
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Post by z on May 22, 2009 20:00:49 GMT -5
Z laughed smiling genuine at Reid. "I loved that book growing up. And I am sure he will adore it if he is half the book worm I was, I am." She blushed and avoided his eyes in slight modesty and embarrassment. "May I?" She asked gesturing towards it. She wanted to make sure it had the drawings she remembered and loved as a child. "What is his name?"
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Post by Reid Halliway on May 24, 2009 11:40:25 GMT -5
Reid handed her the book and smiled, "Of course. And I wouldn't be bashful about being a bookworm. It's always a good thing, not only makes you more intelligent but also you always have something to talk about." Reid grinned and ran a hand through his hair, "Perry."
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Post by z on May 26, 2009 16:28:30 GMT -5
Z smiled dreamily as she flipped through the book not really listening about being bashful as he went on, a little lost in the memory of this book. "Huh what..oh Perry. How old is he?" Her eyes widened in excitement as she realized this book had newer pictures not the classics.
"Wait right here." She thrust the book to him and touched his arm as if she was afraid he might run away. Then twirling around, her hair spinning as she excitedly made her way to one of the back, old dusty stacks. "You can't possibly give him that one."
Climbing the ladder and stretching as far as she could on her tip toes, her arm stretched as far as it would go, she reached for the nearly hidden Peter Pan that she knew was there. Rather precariously she pulled out the book, her tongue sticking out in concentration.Stepping down the ladder, Z accidentally missed the last step and swinging by one hand she laughed trying to get her footing. It wasn't working very well and she was laughing beautifully the entire time.
"I've got it." She held it up while she swung, beaming in triumph.
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Post by Reid Halliway on Jun 1, 2009 12:27:19 GMT -5
Reid watched her with an amused smile on his face. Z was obviously lost in her own world and when she went hurrying towards the older books Reid laughed. She knew exactly where everything in the store was, it amazed him a bit. When Z lost her footing Reid walked over and smiled up at her laughing face before helping her back to the ground, "What's so special about this copy?"
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Post by valerie on Jun 28, 2009 20:25:48 GMT -5
(("It's from the future!" - Peter Pan first appeared in "The Little White Bird" in 1902, ya'll. The play was written in 1904 and the book didn't come out until 1911.))
*#*#*#*#*NEW DAY*#*#*#*#*#*
Valerie thumbed the book in her hand idly, searching the shelves of books still. She wondered if her father liked Walt Whitman at all. Well, he he didn't, he's probably hand it off to a servent and write her a long thank you note anyway of how dear and thoughtful his daughter was. Of course she did plan on reading the book, "Leaves of Grass", before sending it to him. Valerie had promised herself to read a bit more poetry.
She picked up another book. Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Conduct of Life". Perhaps father would enjoy this one more. It certainly sounded more like him. She smiled, adding it to Whitman, and continued though the shop.
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