 ΒΌ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Here he was, ready to fight...
...whoever hurt this book!
Entranced yet again, he glared at anyone disturbing the scene. The Book was too pretty, too shiny, too... he reached out as he took small steps towards it. He had to read it... but what if he forgot who he was again?.. but that was silly, The Book was here to help. Small steps... and it would be in his hands again, at last.
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