I love shelves. You put things on them, and suddenly they aren’t in storage anymore.
Where a pile of boxes says, “Good luck finding that Campbell anthology,” shelves say, “Labels on the spines.”
When gravity says, “Everything falls down,” shelves say, “You’ll have more floor space if you put the paperbacks and anime DVD’s up here.”
Shelves. I hadn’t really moved in until I met you.
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