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As in from a library? I mean, it's such a quaint thing, isn't it? But moving to a podunk town has made me appreciate good libraries. I could join the big-city library 10 minutes away, but because my burb is in another counter, I'd have to cough up 65 freaking bucks a freaking year. Give me a break. So instead I'm limited to whatever this town's library, which is almost as big as my living room, can get for me. Oddly enough, I did find two of Denis Johnson's books that I've been meaning to read, but they don't carry Jesus' Son.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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