The only thing I love more than the smell of books, is the smell of my own books.
The only thing I love more than a shelf full of books at the bookstore, is my book on a shelf full of books at the bookstore.
The only thing I love more than a stack of my books, is TWO STACKS OF MY BOOKS! (And red velvet cake pops–I might love those more.)
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Happy. That about covers it.
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