A quick story.
Yesterday, I went to the library to check out a book of e. e. cummings poetry.
I found it easy enough. When I found it, I noticed it looked familiar. I have checked out e. e. cummings books before, but never actually gone all the way through them. When I picked it up I found inside one of my bookmarks (I make them myself). I was surprised an excited, and grinned all the way to the check out desk. I wanted to tell the library but feared she wouldn't be as amused or excited by it as I was. hum.