How could I kick it out? My books were HAPPY books | A book is my guest in my home |
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I was afraid to return them, because I knew that kids or dogs would get hold of these books and chew them up, throw them around, rip the pages, spill soda on them, get jam and jelly on them, and drown them in the toilet | Barush has a story to tell |
I need to rescue them | This is a man who loves books |
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I can hear them calling me! | I dusted them with a soft clean cloth |
I have to go now.