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Charlie watched Isaac, smiling at the familiar sight as he closed his eyes and smiled, having just closed the last page of his book.
Isaac pulled out a small leather journal and materialized a short stumpy pencil with an immaculate point from one of his many pockets, and flipped to a blank page, carefully writing the title, author, and date finished before leaving his comment and rating.
“They have apps for that, you know,” Charlie chuckled.
Isaac glanced at his bookshelves where the top shelf held a row of identical leather journals.
“But these are my shelf trophies,” he replied.
