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I belong here. Hidden behind the rough shelves of books. The endless rows of brightly colored books call out to me. The light thumping noise my finger makes as I drag it across the shiny spines of the books, is familiar to me. I am the one peeking out through the shelves. The eyes that flick from book to book and absorb book after book.  I am the one that comes with an empty bag and leaves by dragging it across the floor. Hidden in the nooks and crannies of the library immersed in new worlds, exciting quest, and impossible hopes. I am that girl. The one who reads. The one that hopes, for a better world.

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