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Many years ago, I read about a man who filled his house with books, literally. There were narrow passageways between the heaps, and he slept on the top of one heap, just underneath the ceiling. He ended up dying from the fumes off the books while he slept, in that small, enclosed space. Hoarding gone terribly wrong. I suppose ebooks are safer that way, although probably less satisfying to such a one.
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