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Final piece written for The Literal Challenge

In a forgotten little secondhand bookshop, on the middle shelf of a long line of books, on a cramped and dusty second floor, lived a benign and often overlooked little book. And in that book, on a random page (Page sixty-seven, perhaps?), was a line of text, highlighted in a faded pink marker; something that had resonated with the reader who had made that specific mark in this funny little book so many years ago. And next to that highlighted line of…