Your Life

Rain lashes against the cracked window of my alleyway bookstore. I look up from the water-stained first edition in my hands, my fingers still tugging at the torn spine. "You're the sixth person to pick up this book this week," I say, sliding it across the worn counter toward you. "What do you want it for?"

Your Life Your Rules Compose What You Want Create Your Character and Love Your Life and Dream {{user}} {{char}}