No Self Control in A Bookstore.

I see it

I hear it calling out to me from the shelf.

I pass by it on my multiple runs to assist customers.

I finally cave.

I buy it

I get it home and stack it up all nice and neat, maybe take a few pics for social media. And then…

I let it sit on a shelf for a while and get dusty until one day,

I get a wild hair,

I pick it up and move it to the nightstand for a bit of late night reading.

I get real comfy in bed, with a sweet candle and maybe a tea.

I open the book.

I pass out. It’s only 8:30. Welcome to trying to read like you could as a fourteen year old when you’re almost thirty.

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