I think someone stole my Wicked book. Grrrrr.
For the longest time I had the book beneath my 2nd office desk, on top of one of the low shelves underneath. It was pretty hidden, which is why I didn’t notice it was gone until now. A few monutes ago, I accidentally dropped a piece of paper and when I bent to pick it up, I saw the dried red rose that J gave me (which was pressed between the pages of Wicked) sitting on the shelf.
Without the book.
Honestly… whoever took it should have asked. I wouldn’t have said no if anyone wanted to read one of my books. But to take it without asking!
Makarma sana siya.