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11 months agoI Heard a Voice Coming From Behind a Nearby Stack of Books'
Dear Diary: My wife and I were walking back to our West Village apartment on a cold, rainy winter evening after an early dinner of Indian food in the East Village.As we approached Broadway and West 12th Street, it started raining harder.I glanced up at the sign above the entrance to the Strand bookstore.