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Douglas shouted at pulling his gun and putting it in George's face. Last month there where over twenty book on that shelf. Forty books the month before. Those books sat there for years, dust an inch high. Now there is only eight. Who's reading them?Douglas asked as Hunter looked at his gun under the counter.