There was a library hidden around the corner from the local shops. You could take out six books at a time. The librarian was a pale frog in thick specs and knitwear; a kindred spirit: you could grow up so lucky as to become a saucer to her cup. When she stamped your books with a kerchunk of her heavy book stamper, she smiled as if you both had shared an achievement bright with promise.
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