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Inscription
When I was going to school at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, England, there was a second-hand bookstore where students would go to sell their books at the end of each term, to be purchased by newer students later on. I was there one afternoon when I came across this book which had a really touching inscription. I can't remember the name of the book, but I'm sure it wasn't on my reading list, that's why I didn't buy it. There were two names at the beginning and end of the inscription; again, I can't remember them, except the first was a girl's name and the second a boy's. What remained in my memory after more than 15 years is the actual inscription itself:
The book is yours, but the sentence is mine. Can we try again, please?
It was written in pencil, since (obviously) the book didn't belong to the person who wrote it. And quite obviously, he was not given the chance to try again, as the book was sold off to the secondhand bookstore.
Dang ... I wish I'd bought the book, if only for the inscription.
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