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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be. - Quote by Elizabeth Scott

I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that’s way more interesting than yours will ever be.

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