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That's Not Important, now.

oh, moment is over.

I love the smell of books. The smell of paper, fresh paper and sometimes, glue? Not always glue.

I love the way they wrap me in worlds and introduce me to friends.

I love the way they’re there, time and time again. They are ready to pick me up on a bad day.

I love the way I can revisit old friends any time I like, even if they died.


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