I am one of those evil readers that turn over a page to mark my place.
For Christmas, my husband gave me a beautiful lace bookmark.
I gave up my evil ways, but sadly, the bookmark has disappeared.
I looked through the bed, the dog's horde (where he keeps his toys), and shook the book where it should be.
Sigh.
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