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I grew up in the bookshop, I could read befor I could walk. My grandpa raised me, the rest of my family never really cared about me, the store, or grandpa. Over the years I have heard the shop called "weird, uneek, quant, and special...." there were more, but those were the one i heard the most. The thing was the bookshop was like those ones you see in the movies, where books and more books are stacked up to the sealings in places. With shelves over flowing and section mixing together. There were alcove you could hide in for hours and read. I can remember grandpa bustling around the shop gathering books and moving them from here and there. occasionally people would come in and trade old books for new ones. Funny i never could remember any one giving him money for books other books yes but never money it look to me like he traded books instead of selling them. Some how though we stay open. I think its because of magic wink