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I pick up a book and I open a door
to embark on a journey uniquely mine. Heedless of others who’ve passed here before, I pick up a book and I open a door. In this sanctuary I am free once more, to explore flights of fancy, wonders divine... I pick up a book and I open a door to embark on a journey uniquely mine.
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