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The problem is figuring out which way you're facing when emerging from underground. Formy and I knew exactly which roads we were supposed to be on, however we were having trouble figuring out precisely which direction the roads we needed to be on were.
And Chestnut Hill was only problematic because the patch of land that B&N was supposedly on actually housed a tennis club. Dozens of courts, no books.
The location on Google Maps now is a building that has a pool in the backyard.
We logically concluded that Chestnut Hill is a void which ignores the laws of time and space.
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