One of the things we love most about bookstores is the quiet, serene vibe. Browsing through the aisles, whether it's for two minutes or two hours, is a solo act — as in, one that doesn't necessarily require a gal pal. Except, in this case, it calls for a compliment-doling opera singer popping out from stacks of books and display racks.
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