Ada Books will be closing at three-thirty this afternoon so that I, the illustrious proprietor, can have a little light-headed fun. What is it that draws me away from my duties? What is it that upends my sense of priority? I'm not sure what it is, Stranger, but I know it can be found on the business end of a kickball. (Stop by tomorrow and ask me about my old, inflexible muscles and how they ache!)


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