There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
2 points
I was in the memorizing the page number gang, but then I had to go on valprolates.
2 points
Where does Pokemon cards land
3 points
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Chaotic evil here. Books exist to be read, anything you do to aid that endeavor is justifiable
2 points
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Today I learned I’m neutral evil.
4 points
I’m not represented here. My two go-to’s are powering through to the next chapter so I don’t have to remember the page number, even though it’s way too late, or using whatever random shit I can find to wedge into the book. Most recently it was a can of bullets.
