He performed a mystifying inspection: looking at another piece of plywood up close, and then stepping away, crouching down to look up at the plywood and then returning to his full height, and every once in a while, as she shifted her feet and glanced down at her phone and intermittently reminded herself to be patient, she wondered: is this how he feels in a bookstore with me?
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