It’s about my copy of the penman’s novel, Soledad’s Sister. In the dream, some soulless-sadistic- son of a b-word managed to get a hold of my copy of SS only to tear down the cover and the title page. . !
lhjhkkbnfyiuikducpkjdhkcscjbcksjdkj! How's that for a murderer.
I’ve been very protective of that book ever since I bought my copy last month, heck I even attended the book launch. So as expected, when I found the book lying on my room floor in a state of complete libricidal damage, hell hath no fury, but more than that I was reduced into a pitiful, gibbering, sobbing mess. So serious I had to wake up wet with real tears.
Awful. And I never knew I could love a book this much.
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My own, my love, my own, my... preccciouss...
1 comment:
eee what if that happened to mam chi2's book??
are you done with it?
(n_n).v
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