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I remember the day. I was 11. We had found a big book, the 7 of us, and since most of us couldn’t read 2mm letters, we pestered an adult to read it to us. It was a wonderful book.

Several hundred pages of chairs, and their descriptions. I remember it very well. My favourite chair was the one like a bean bag but more solid, it looked so comfy!

I never saw the book after. It was a good book, I hope it’s alright out there.

(True story. Chair.)