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A reading light could be the most useful treasure for a young Book Worm set upon exploring the written world, instead of sleeping. A torch, even, for the more rebellious.
When I was a child, I would sometimes read until dawn broke across the sky, too enchanted to feel tired. My mum soon grew weary of turning off my light and took to confiscating my books, so I could fall asleep.
This, of course, wouldn’t do. I was a rebel with a cause, I had to find ways to be sneaky, and find them I did. --->
When I was a child, I would sometimes read until dawn broke across the sky, too enchanted to feel tired. My mum soon grew weary of turning off my light and took to confiscating my books, so I could fall asleep.
This, of course, wouldn’t do. I was a rebel with a cause, I had to find ways to be sneaky, and find them I did. --->
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