My car trunk is slam-packed full of books that I can't squeeze into our slam-packed full storage unit. So every time I open my trunk, I feel like I should be hissing, "Pssst! Wanna score some books?" at innocent passersby. "I got what you need, baby. I got trashy novels, poetry, sci-fi, mysteries, memoirs. You name it, I got it, and you can
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