I opened the book and pressed my nose up against the fading, tea-coloured pages. “Smell that, Libby,” I said. “There’s nothing like the scent of an old book.”
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I opened the book and pressed my nose up against the fading, tea-coloured pages. “Smell that, Libby,” I said. “There’s nothing like the scent of an old book.”