I'm a book, a very good book, but my cover is as plain and dowdy as can be, so much so, that people browsing through the shelves fail to discover me.
I've had a few near misses when they have almost prised me out, then forced me back in again, with derision.
It's a job to coax me back into my slot, as I need to be pushed and shoved quite a lot.
To make me fit in, amongst the big, coloured glossy books that are my neighbours.
I'm waiting here, with patience, for the day when someone pulls me out and says: "I have been looking for you for simply ages!"
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