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When I was a kid my Mom worked at a bookstore and for one summer, with no babysitter I went to work with her every shift, so I’d camp out on the floor of some aisle or walk around just looking at and touching book after book - to this day being in a room filled with books comforts and lifts my spirit in a way I can’t describe… never even have to read em!

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that kitchen library (with Camus, no less) will live rent-free in my head until I create my own some day

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