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It is amazing who you can meet when you are out in public knitting, or reading an ereader. There are a bunch of people on my train who talk very loudly and inappropriately in the morning. The other day, I was standing near them, reading, and stopped to make a phone call. When I finished, one of the guys, dressed more casually than most, asked if he could ask some questions before I went back to reading. He turned out to be very nice, and quite a reader, and admitted he had a book in his backpack, but didn't feel like reading that particular book at the moment, and felt bad about the time he was wasting.
And I'm sure what I was reading was trash compared to what he was reading!
Can't judge a book by its cover.
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