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He couldn’t seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.

Ken Kesey

He couldn’t seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.

Ken Kesey
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