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There was this old favourite book of mine which I had hid under the bed in frustration because I couldn't get over it. I hadn't even completed it yet. A new book entered my life, it helped me overcome this old book, it helped me heal, it helped me love and most important, it helped me live my life. And slowly, the new book became my life. Now years later, the new favourite book was snatched away from me, for forever. And when I suddenly found my old book which was under the bed again, it was dusty, the pages were ripped, torn, broken. It was not in the same condition as I left it. One minute of observation, and I knew I had to fix it. I didn't want the text to vanish, I wanted it to shine again, I wanted it to recover, just like I did with the help of my new book. I wanted it to be my favourite again. And most important, I wanted to be it's favourite. So I dusted all the dust off from the old book, and decided to open it, again. But the first page itself left me speechless.
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