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I stepped into the bookstore and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.

- Carlos Ruiz Zafón, 
               The Angels Game
I stepped into the bookstore and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling. - Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angels Game
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