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had this dream of breaking down the

walls between the stores and creating one

big comfort space. Books and coffee, a

reader's best friend.

I take a deep breath, settling into the

comfort of dust and paper. I spot

Bronwyn, one of the two attendants in the

shop, at the front desk chatting to a

customer. Bronwyn is my friend Sam’s

oldest daughter. Her wild rainbow hair

stands on end.