I saw her every morning that it wasn't raining, sat under the pine tree in the park opposite where I worked. She always had a book, although the specific title changed every few days.
I didn't know if it was just from seeing her so often, or a genuine connection, but I had to get to know her better, once I gathered up the courage to approach her. I waited until she was reading one of the few books I'd read to approach her.
On our honeymoon she admitted she was running out of books to pretend to be reading.
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