I threw on my jacket, pulled my hair back, slipped a red bandanna on, and grabbed my bag. The weight was off on it, so I peeked inside. I had forgotten J-Dub's gift! I grinned and sat on my bed and pulled out the little wrapped package. There was a little card. I opened it, and it read “I'm so very proud of you Small Fry. I know how you like words and junk.” And her signature. I carefully untied the tawny twine and unwrapped the plain brown paper wrapping. Then grinned at the white tissue paper around a thick book. Then my heart stopped when I pulled the tissue away. I swallowed hard and ran my fingers over the gilded letters on the green linen cover. I whispered, “No way.” My hands started shaking as I saw the misspelling of the title on the cover, signifying it to be the 1873 First American Edition of Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas. I closed my eyes for a moment and cried silently. How in the hell had she even found one of these? They were almost priceless.
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