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I worked at a B. Dalton's in the DeVargas Mall in Santa Fe, NM, back in 1984. My coworkers didn't talk books all that much with me, but the customers damn sure did. It was very low paying but I knew the stock really well, and had a pretty good intuition for what people were looking for when they came in saying, "I don't know the title or the author, but it's something about a guy, and there's this thing that happens." (The latest Stephen King novel? why, yes, that's it!
Also, because it was 1984, we had a big cardboard standee at the front of the store fully stocked with paperback copies of George Orwell's 1984. People would regularly walk past it, or brush against it, or trip over it, and then approach me and ask if we carried that book.
I spent all my paycheck on books.
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