I love the library. Massive tree trunks rise from floor to ceiling. It is filled with light and easy chairs, occasional tables, videos, DVDs, compact disks, sheet music, computers, magazines and, of course, books. I could learn about just about anything. I love the cook books and the knitting books and the esoteric stuff and lots of novels. I can lose myself here. Is it my secret? Why do so few people seem to know about it? Never mind, I know that there are others in the building, but there is so much space that it has become my private haven, so maybe I don't want the mob to find out about all the free stuff and the comfy chairs. I can have it all for myself.
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