The Book Called Life
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So basically I was given an assignment in English to explain what reading means to me. I thought it gave me the ability to experience life through someone else's eyes. Basically, what this book is, is me talking about my problems and you guys writing your problems in the comments. It's a book made to help and experience what others are going through.
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