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This is me.
Me at the library *and* the used bookstore
I had a freakout at the bookstore the other day when I truly realized that there was not time to read everything I want cause I gonna die
I used to work in a used book store, and if books hadn't sold after a year or so we could take them home ourselves. So most of the furniture I have is bookshelves for all my damn books.
They've done something horrible in my neighbourhood. They built a new community center adjacent to the local supermarket and the library door is straight after checkout. Bread, milk, eggs, books.