To The Moon.
She hauled her made-from-recyclable-materials tote back up onto her coffee table and collapsed on her pre-loved couch she’d never quite been able get that smell out of. Some like to eat their feelings, but Connie spent hers instead. After That-Bitch Jeff wrote her up arriving to the office only five minutes late a post-work splurge at the bookstore was warranted. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Con could never tell which, she was broke so the splurges were limited to the secondhand industry. She liked her books to appear worn anyway, it gives the illusion of being read.