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I walk down the street


I walk down the street I see the library I see the pages fly out I hear the author's words I start absorbing into the book I feel a hand reach for me I land on a piece of land I look around I walk farther I see people of many types I walk to them They start to fad I float to the sky I land on the library floor I here a voice I found the hero who dragged me into a book and changed my world
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