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176 pages, Unknown Binding
First published July 1, 2017

Every time you're asking for Loving her, all I hear is:
I'm lonely, and sad, and too stupid to think about my own unhappiness, and way too idiotic to keep my mind off my problems with a real book. So I choose this thingy with semi-complex words, just so I can feel superior about lesser women needing a dictionary for it. But not me, because I know what "coveted" means, so yeaaaah, I want this minute's best seller.
Is there a rule that says that every frump who's looking for a book on yoga/zen/illumination/inner peace must be extremely rude, and peevish, and sort of... unloved? Or maybe they're like that, precisely because they've yet to read the book I need to provide them with, should I want them to become a creature closer to a human than an animal?
The bookstore closes at 10:00pm. The customer reaches the bookstore at 10:01pm. The roll up security door is about 30cm from the floor. Just like in the movies, the customer first drops to her knees, slips beneath the security door, throwing her pack of toilet paper in front of her. Only, she can't get into the bookstore completely due to her backpack getting stuck on the security door. On her knees, with the hand previously holding the toilet paper pack still clutching the carpet, she huffs and puffs and moans:
"Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"