There are a thousand reasons I love literature. I remember falling asleep to the sound of my mother reading Laura Ingalls in the hall outside my room. On summer afternoons when it was too hot to go outside, I would curl up with a book and baggie of cheereos. It was a rainy night after I finished a short story in the university library with an ending so unexpected and dynamic. Somehow, that passion for stories is in my blood.
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