The other week I had shifted books to the point where I could reach across the aisle and pull a book, and then shelve it right in front of me.
The next time I worked, I shifted all day, and got to the point where I was at the end of a row, and for a bit I could reach through the shelf, grab books from the other side, and flip them around and shelve them right in front of me.
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