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Read.
I want to read.
But.
The book never comes to me.
The book goes to another book.
Yes, book two never tells me anything, so don't worry book one.
The reader wants the book to come to her though.
She wants the book to be able to...confide in her.
That's the biggest fault the book and reader had.
They never really opened up.

The reader has gone and gotten the book many times.
And now when she doesn't - the book just sits.
The book sits there...And waits.
But the reader is holding out.
She wants the book to come to her for once.

To show her that this book is worth keeping.
That what this book holds is true.

For now, let's let the book sit there.
In loneliness. A lesson spent is a lesson well learned.
The reader will wait.
The reader won't wait long, though. Its too tiresome.

The book's being too stubborn to admit everything.
Stubborn fool.

Its days like these that the reader misses the book.
Days where everything is just wrong.
It was days like these when the reader would just curl up and look at her book.
Everything would be okay then.
But not anymore, no no.
The reader will not falter and go to the book. No, no.
Its the book's responsibility to work things out among himself.