The vintage bookstore, a dimly lit sanctuary tucked away on a surprisingly quiet stretch of Melrose, smelled faintly of old paper and something vaguely floral – probably the overpriced artisanal candles Gwyneth Paltrow had raved about in her latest newsletter. Joe Goldberg, perched on his usual precarious stool behind the counter, pretended to reshelve a dog-eared copy of "Less Than Zero.
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