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Every Day is Pancake Day
There seem to be quite a lot of discrepancies in determining the actual date of National Pancake Day.
Internet sources list it variously as February 25 or 26 or September 26. For Christians observing Lenten rituals, “Shrove Tuesday” (on February 17 this year) is “Pancake Day,” the day you gorge on before beginning your fast. The IHOP (International House of Pancakes) should be a determining authority, but their advertising
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CharlieI had a stalker.More Like This
I didn't know his name but I'm sure he knew mine.
I called him Charlie.
He always had a camera hanging from his twig thick neck and he cradled it in his hands; a wispy finger stroking the shutter release. His dark brown hair was a curly mess and his shirts wrinkly and thin. He had the most perfect eyebrows, sweeping and gentle. He must have the most captivating eyes, I thought every time he'd glance my way. We'd never made eye contact. Charlie preferred it that way.
He came into the bookstore once a week, not to watch me leaf through the used books or reach high to shelve the approved ones, but to actually browse them. He read the unknowns; the virgins with their unbroken spines. I imagine he liked the smell of them aromas preserved for him alone. Charlie appreciated the books wearing dusty coats and factory perfume a decade old.
The rest of the time he spent on the outside looking in. My co-workers were tickled pink. "What a geek." "Poor guy doesn't realize you