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 * I LOVE THE LOOK OF WORDS**

Popcorn leaps, popping from the floor of a hot black skillet and into mt mouth Black words leap, snapping from the white page. Rushing into my eyes .Sliding into my tongue and teeth chomp the buttered popcorn. . When I have stopped reading, ideas from the words stay stuck in my mind, like the sweet smell of butter perfumming my fingers long after the popcorn is finished

I love the book and and the look of words the weight of idea that popped into my mind I Love the tracks of new thinking in my mind.

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