Sometimes she wondered why she bothered.
Every week, it was the same thing. Half the books came in damaged or delayed, and she had to eat the costs. The shop was always hovering on the edge of the red. She thought about giving up and going back to the corporate grind.
Then she spotted the kid. She was about seven, staring up in awe at a display of colorful superheroes.
“Excuse me,” her dad said with a sheepish grin. “We’re here to pick up her first comic. Do you have any advice?”
And she fell in love all over again.

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