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Although Dot was quite the extrovert, she absolutely adored getting lost in a good book. It wasn’t haughty stuff she read, no, she much preferred anything that would make her feel something. She strolled leisurely through the isles of books, trying to find one that sounded familiar or had an intriguing title. Candide. She had heard a thing or two about it – that it was blasphemous and sordid. The notion intrigued her and she found herself smiling as she pulled it from the shelf and flipped open the cover.
Stepping back as she skimmed through the first page, she knocked right into another lady and– Oh, she was beautiful. “My goodness, you must forgive me,” she said with a sheepish grin, “I was just thinking about getting this book, have you heard of it? Supposedly it’s quite controversial, by Voltaire. . . ." There she went, already deciding the poor woman she’d just bumped against a shelf was her friend. “Oh you’re beautiful, do you mind me telling you that? I mean it, truly. I think people should all be a bit more loose with their compliments, when they’re true. What book do you have?”