You could never be certain what you would find in a book that had spent time with someone else.

Erica Bauermeister
You could never be certain what you would find in...
You could never be certain what you would find in...
You could never be certain what you would find in...
You could never be certain what you would find in...
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The books that you read are never the same when you read them after having been touched by someone else. The way they were written, the things they hold or what has happened to them can all be affected by who has touched them.When you spend time with someone else in a book, all kinds of things happen. The characters in the book can change how you look at them and what they say, because you know it's not just your imagination. The book can affect your life because of what has happened in it.

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