It was a dark and stormy night. I was seven months pregnant. I ordered my book. It was supposed to be on my door step the day it was released. That day was long. No book came. I gave up around eight thirty that night. I took matters into my own hands. I drove to Target and bought my copy. I had to have it. There were piles and piles of my coveted book. I quickly grabbed my treasure and paid for it. Despite thundering and lightening, I had gone out, alone, for a book. I'm a geek. It was: Harry Potter & the Half Blood Prince.
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