As I walked into the store, I felt my nose fill with a sneeze.
It's boards were bowed and creaking.
But I was on a mission and knew this was where I was meant to be.
Nothing would keep be from this dusty store.
I wandered aimlessly, almost giving up hope. But after all the time I had spent on this particular task, I just could not believe that I would not be successful.
My perserverance paid off when I spotted it. The book was thick and black and covered with dust. But my mission was at an end.
It was the book to finish my collection. Oh what a relief I felt. The joy. The store with all it's dust was the reason my dream came true.