Decisions have been made. Sacrifices even.There are around 400 books in this flat, about 320 of which are going to have be left behind to make space for other, more "important" stuff so I don't have to sell a kidney before I leave to pay for their transport.I feel like I'm abandoning my children.No, I don't really, but did that feel dramatic enough?To be completely honest (and am I ever anything
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