I think I have mentioned before my fantasy that atop this building in Arden St North Melbourne is an actual house. It probably isn't. Or maybe it is. I mean, I can dream, right?
More books than anyone could ever want, as evidenced by the fact that no-one wants them (actually there's quite a fast turnover here. But I'm still not sure that anyone wants them). (Perry was interested in the rubber chicken but I dissuaded him).
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