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The strange wistfulness of used bookstores.
Below it, a list. She’d expected the usual suspects: joy, trust, anticipation. But these were different. XtraMood
She was lying in bed, scrolling past photos of her ex—him smiling with someone new, her arm around his neck. The old Lena would have felt a dull ache, then moved on. But the new Lena reached for her phone. The strange wistfulness of used bookstores
