Working in a secondhand bookshop was a life that he never thought could be his. The first thing he noticed was the smell. A top note of the earthiness of the paper mixing with the old leather binding, and beneath that a faint scent of vanilla and almonds from the glue and ink softly breaking down.
Greeting the customers was his favourite part of the day.
They always commented on his smart dress, and the fact that he was never without his bow tie. Some even said they only came to see him.
The schnauzer who worked in the bookshop.
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