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After a while, I was tired with that. I went to second room. This room was one that my father had built secretly. It was hidden from the common eye, but not from my familys eye. It was a library. My father had stocked it with all of the books my family owened, and we owned almost every book writen.The book I dreamed of reading was in a glass case. My father would give me the key when he thought I was ready. I grabed a book and went to my bed. I had only read a few pages when I heard a knock at the door. I went and opened it. It was one the mailmen for the school. I said thank you and took the box. It was from my mother and father. I ripped it open and in it where five things, three books, all that my father needed to own every book in the world, a key, and, from my mother, a diary.