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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

It was almost midnight by the time she got home. She unlocked the door and stepped into her apartment. The place was dark save for the lightbulbs in the kitchen and living room. There was no electricity in the hallway, and she liked it that way. It gave her a sense of peace.She flipped on the lights in her bedroom and looked at the neatly organized bookshelves that made up her library. Each book was carefully arranged by title and author' in alphabetical order. She loved books. They were her life. The smell of books was the smell of life. It was a simple, yet profound thing that she had come to understand over the years.Books were magic. They could transport you. They could make you feel different things. Books were the basis of her knowledge, her education, and her identity. She was a bookworm through and through. Her favorite book was Watership Down by Richard adams.