| *bites end off cigar* An entirely ploisible stoiry Mr. Shleep, but there's ya problu, and one can eashily imagine that a town home ta only three different people may not have need of a Pubalic Library. So what does the boy do, frustrated by his own rural up-bwingin' who suddenly feels a need, a compoilshun if ya will, to thieve books? Is it not true that it is tha only opshun of a yooth in those coicumstances to head on out to Rhayader in oider ta sate his feral deshires? Well Mr. Shleep, whaddayagottasayfayershelf?
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