Friday, August 12, 2011

One day, I will marry a man who adores books as much as I do, and we'll dedicate a room in our
double storey weather board house to our collection of books, and call it our library. Then when we're eighty-something years
old, with absolutely nothing to do with our lives anymore, we'll sit together by the fire place at our nursing home,
and read our books until we die.

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