Growing up, we had a full set of World Book Encyclopedias on the bookshelf in the front hall. I was the kind of kid who, from time to time, would pull down a volume and spend a good chunk of the afternoon flipping through it; 1980s doomscrolling. All the information in the world was contained in those thick, hard-bound books. Or so my young self believed.
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