081613 #worm Books! Books are everywhere. It's a bookstore, after all. Now her fingertips go pad-pad-pad along the spines of volume after volume, tracing a path in the dust. No-one ever reads these books, really. The few customers the shop has are generally only here to see her—remarkable, considering this is only her second day employed here, and her first day, yesterday, was only a half day because she didn't get hired until noon. You wonder, in a city like this, how shops like this can exist. And then you drive on, in search of your next hot dog, and forget all about it.