Ah, the joys of literature! For the longest time, I thought that books were just a convenient source of entertainment, a way to lessen stress, a method to improve vocabulary and intelligence. Most importantly, for me, it was a way to get lost in someone else's problems, someone else's life.
I was doing a little reading a little while ago, and it led me to ponder this: Do I even have a life?
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