“Should I knock?” I asked myself as I stared at the white door. My hand moved back and forth between turning the knob to tapping on the door. Deciding I didn’t want to startle anyone if some awaited me, I knocked. When I received no response, I turned the doorknob. Tears instantly slipped from my eyes. “Oh my God!” I gasped as I spun slowly around the room taking it all in. Every wall was covered from floor to ceiling in books. London had made me a little home library. My mouth dropped, and my hand flew to my lips in a pure state of disbelief. There had to be over two hundred titles in here.
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