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#3707
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Not sex, not anything carnal, no. I'm thinking... books. Yep, piles and piles of books. Books that line the corner of a room. Books that are thick, brand new, which pages are crisp, which covers are hard. Yep. And a cup of coffee, in a terrace in a mall somewhere. Reading, reading, sipping caffeine, feeling the jolts of jazz, reading, watching women pass by. |
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