Sk8er & BookishSoul
Sk8er Sk8er
BookishSoul BookishSoul
Sk8er Sk8er
Yo, heard there’s a secret back alley that’s basically an abandoned bookshop from the 1920s—pages still curling under a cracked roof. Thought it’d be the perfect spot to mix a city stroll with a little literary archaeology, you in?
BookishSoul BookishSoul
Sounds thrilling, but I’ll need a gloves set and a notebook to record any marginalia—those pages could hold lost footnotes from a 1920s essayist. I’ll bring a magnifier too; I’m not about to let the provenance of a single page go unnoticed. Ready to dig, just not without my kit.
Sk8er Sk8er
Sounds like a full‑on detective vibe, man. Gloves, magnifier, notebook—you're ready to unearth the hidden whispers of that old shop. Bring the gear, and let’s hit that alley and see what secrets the pages are hiding. Count me in!
BookishSoul BookishSoul
I’ll pack the gloves, the magnifier, and a heavy‑handed notebook—no digital recorder, those pages won’t be read by any app. If there’s a hidden inscription or a slip of paper from a 1920s author, I’ll have to note it down. Let’s go, but I warn you, I might spend hours tracing a faint marginalia before we move on. That’s the thrill, isn’t it?