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I am absolutely certain this is also the dimension the socks from the washing machine disappear to.
Joking aside, I sympathize with your frustration. The books can’t be gone, not really at any rate, and I’m sure they turn up eventually. Probably when you least expect it.
The thing is, last year my landlady took a load of books to the charity shop. I’m wondering if they somehow ended up being taken along too.
That’s unfortunately possible :/
It’s a series of books and number 10 is missing too though. I can’t see why someone would just give numbers 7 and 10 away and keep the rest, so maybe they did just fall out somewhere. None of it makes sense.