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A note on the title: Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to find any record of the book in question. It's possible that I misread the title or the author, but a part of me refuses to believe this. A part of me desperately wants it to exist somewhere out there. The binding looked pretty unprofessional—Kinko's Job-esque, even—so my money is riding on self-published.
Where: Q-train
Who was reading: A young woman with ramrod-straight posture. She wore a jaunty English-looking coat and rain-boots that could easily pass for riding boots.
Things that could be described as drippier:
A nose, relative to an elbow.
An ice-cube, relative to a cube of ham.
A fountain pen, relative to a piece of chalk.
An incontinent squid, relative to most things.
April, relative to May... hopefully.
What I imagine the book is like: Exactly the same as Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye except with popsicles instead of girls.
