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Sophie, the Librarian

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Now that Dad attached my bookcase to the wall, I’m allowed to choose the books I want to read all by myself.

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This requires taking several off the shelves …

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… and dropping them on the floor.

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Sometimes I have trouble making up my mind.

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Wiggle Your Toes it is.

“What do we, as a nation, care about books? How much do you think we spend altogether on our libraries, public or private, as compared with what we spend on our horses?” —John Ruskin

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