Weirdly, suddenly, and with great force and urgency
I am being torn asunder by an insatiable desire to read fiction. To not just read books but to swallow them. Devour them—tear pages from spines, crumple them, shovel them into my mouth like handfuls of popcorn.
It is 1:30AM. No book in this mothafuckin house is safe.
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