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There is a book. It is shiny and red. There is no writing on the front or back. For the most part it is unattractive. It is for this reason I suppose nobody has bothered to crack it in quite sometime; the dust on the exterior is evident of that. Well I cracked it and read the last page, page 107. On this page was the result of years and years of deceitful practices nationwide from the banking industry to the government industry to the man on the street. The main character is named Crystal. On the bottom right hand corner of that final page is a photo. It is a photo of a television, a bag of chips, and chunks of velveeta cheese spread all over some strange bed with stripped covers and dark green fluffy pillows. There is a picture on the wall of a cat in a martini glass licking his balls. Needless to say, I started from page one and found the book to be charming and thoughtfully written. If I had to give it a title, which it does not have, it would be something like Belonging to the outside, forgetting about the inside. I do not know why! LLc 98.2