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Recently I was in a library. You know the scene. Paper rustling, old cushioned chairs, an indestructible rug, hushed voices, overhead air blowing, throats clearing, necks cracking, lots of wooden shelves and cubbies and tables, pale-faced librarians smiling shhhhh. I was going to go to Starbucks but then the library beckoned. There wasn’t green iced teaContinue reading “Love Hurts”