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| Sea Salts |
The old man threw his
books out the window, one by one. No one
loves books anymore, he thought. He walked downstairs and lit up the first
book, turning it left and right, watching its hardcover burn slowly. Suddenly a
kid walked up to him. “Don’t burn it. I’ll keep it for you.” The old man’s eyes
teared up. He put the fire out and sat on the floor. The kid sat beside him,
holding the half burnt book like a treasure. Many others joined them, each
grabbing a book. The old man was never so happy to be wrong.
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