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The Interpretation of Dreams
If I could envision a library so beautiful while I slept on any night other than this, I would not want to wake up. Tragically, at this point in my essay writing and at this hour of the night, library shelves are nothing if not hellishly daunting. It will be No Exit for me from Elmer Bobst's tomes tomorrow.
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