The other week on the phone I was telling my mother that I had picked up from the local library a nice cheap hardcover sale book as a present for the (lesbian) sister of my one former assisted living client with disabilities since it's about this band that she's a big fan of, and that I figure, if she likes it, she likes it, and if not, she can always just throw it in one of those free little book boxes that are around and someone else can enjoy it.
"Yes," my mother was like, "Those are nice."
Then, she told me that the one by the park where she takes walks has been empty a lot lately.
"Maybe someone is using them for firewood," I was like.
She got a kick out of that.
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