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And then the magical travelling romani circus of scholastic would randomly show up and you’d never care to buy any books but they had AWESOME gadgets and toys for sale
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
omg stop that was always the highlight of my existence I begged my parents to buy so many books and shit and I would get jealous of the kids who got more books than I did. Haahaha the good old days
my mom stopped giving me money for books after, like, 4th grade, and I was always sad about it, but she’d usually give me a few dollars to buy bookmarks or erasers or something. why did books seem so much cooler when they were at a book fair?