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Imagine for a moment, you want to indulge yourself in a work of fiction. You decide to pick up a used copy of a beloved classic, perhaps some Melville or Steinbeck. When you arrive at the bookstore, you do manage to pick up a used copy of “Moby Dick” as to save money, but there’s something off about this book. Instead of getting something that looks like a typical book, you get a stack of three-hole-punched paper.
Confused, you ask the inevitable and innocuous question, “What is this?”