Melissa L. White
Walking into the bookstore, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the storefront window and noticed that my new haircut looked pretty good today. “Maybe I will finally meet someone,” I told myself as I breezed past the bargain book racks at the entrance. Then a beautiful blue book caught my eye. The cover had a picture of a snow-capped mountain and a wolf howling at the full moon. I stopped, picked up the book, and glanced inside. It was a collection of Jack London stories, and it was on sale for $7.99.
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