I like books. I’ve always did. I like the way they smell -new or old, i like the sound they make when you turn the page. I like the fact that they let you in their magical little worlds. I like the feeling of home I have when I open an all-time-favorite book. I like the yellow pages of the books my mother gave me. I love the mixed feeling of pure happiness and sadness when you have reached the last page, the last word. I love my bookcase which is organized in a way that only I find coordinated
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