life or books?
So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
Monday, March 29, 2010
If you don't have anything nice to say
don't say anything at all.
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I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
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