When it comes to the subjects to which my pencil is most drawn, I begin to think the impression made here will be that nothing fascinates like character. This is not true. My eye falls just as easily, and more often, on sweet youth. I hesitate to post this sort of thing until I can be sure that none of the boys doodled are still about the place. Two were cashiers, when that was still a job description at the bookstore, one was a fellow clerk, now gone, and the last was a customer, a student, now graduated presumably as I've not seen him for a very long time. Ah, the pleasures of clerking in a college store!
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