Imagine you are sixteen and you have been reading books for as long as you can remember. Reading stories. Words were magic. Sentences were magic weaved into spells. And what kept you spellbound were stories, for hours at end. Your father used to take you to the state library every Saturday and you would borrow …
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Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.

