Books, books, books. There are tons of books all around me. I pull one off the shelf to read and another takes its place. I am bone tired, but determined to read all the books in the room. Sitting at an old wooden desk, I begin reading when I hear a screeching sound to my right. I look up from my book to find the wall is opening. On the other side of the wall is another room much larger than the one I'm in. Inside the larger room are more shelves with more books. Thousands of books stacked from floor to ceiling. I know I have my work cut out for me so I begin reading again. I just finished page 11 when I begin to smile. Ah, books. I am no longer tired, but energized. Page 12.
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