That was my first thought as I wandered towards the noise. Then I saw that my stairs were covered with books. The stairs both up and down! And it didn't stop. At the top of the landing I was greeted with: The answer to my obvious question of "Why is the floor covered with books?" So that Addison won't get a run in her nilos (aka nylons)!
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This is aptly filed under "Creativity" and sisterly love. My question is, "Who took care of the picking up?"
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