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I get the strong feeling that someone is reading the Elsie Dinsmore books at precisely the same time I am.

And that right now they're one book ahead of me.

(I got the first two, but book three was gone. I go back after those for book three and book four is gone. I go today for book four, and book five is gone)

Creepy. Almost as creepy as that guy in the orange prison suit talking to the guy from the auto-yard across from the library. He was creepy.