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To be pressed between the pages of structure, sound and sense. To nestle up to warm, worn paper and be surrounded by a story. An item utilized by another to mark their place, to stick out, to stop time. To fall asleep to whispers of characters, plot and climax. If I were to not be human, with passions subdued and mistakes forgotten and my heart removed, this is what I’d want to be.

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