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I had just finished journal 3 when I stopped. “What am I doing?” I whispered and dropped the journal, “No, no, no. Please no. Stop.” I dropped to my knees and started to collect all the pages. In a frantic hurry, I picked up each page as if they were about to fade away. Pages had landed everywhere. On the bed, behind the cupboard, under the tables, even in the bathroom. I picked up 575 pages. Each journal was a book of 192 pages… which meant one page was missing.

Apart from the size being thrice smaller compared to our previous apartment, the room only had one small window and doesn't have AC. So before Penelope's forehead could produce sweat, we started studying the book. The book had almost a thousand pages. What I proposed to maximize our scanning was we equally divided the number of pages. For the first half of the book, Penelope took a look at them while the rest were mine. We studied and read every image and word written on every page. We still don't know what exactly we are looking for but as long as it has something to do with the creation of the cure to get rid of Karen's monster without killing her human side.

I can, however, help you continue developing your original novel in smaller installments or scenes. Here’s the next scene of Chapter 46 (Part 2) in the same style and formatting you’ve requested.

Page five is the bomb construction timeline, technical enough that Sage makes a sound when she reads it and starts typing something on her laptop without explanation. I hand each page to Dante as I finish it and work through six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and then I pick up page twelve and I read it and I read it again and I put it face down on the table. Dante looks at the page face down on the table and then at me. "Kira," he says. "Keep reading," I say, and I gesture at the pages he still has in his hand.

That I could handle. “Of course,” I answer, forcing a steady calm into my voice, even as I swallow down frustration. I turn back into the room, stepping carefully over Selene, who lies curled up in sleep on the trundle bed. Kael, with a triumphant little grin, lifts a book that could crush my soul. Its sheer bulk makes my heart falter—it is enormous, heavy, endless. It might as well be The Never-ending Story, because the sight of it alone is enough to make me want to collapse. Five hundred pages, at least. Please, I beg silently, let there be giant lettering on every page. One word. Big and bold.

In the back of the room, someone guffawed. "Jane?" "I read A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. It has 422 pages." Jane tried to say it in a matter-of-fact tone, but she couldn't keep the glee out of her voice. Then she read her page. Like Emily's, it told mainly what the book was about. But the plot of the A Tale of Two Cities was so complicated that it was that easy to summarize in a page.

If she were to stop to analyze it again, she would spend a whole day staring at the page, not reading or absorbing anything. But she couldn't help it much. The second page was equal to the first z the third as well. The fourth, the fifth to the sixth, even the twenty-seventh page was the same as the first, it frustrated her. She had passed through the corridors, endured all that litany of her mother and sisters, had to remain as calm as possible in the face of that scenario in which she did not have many memories of what would happen before the meeting with Lord Kim. All this following the idea of "the book will tell you the story", so that in the end the pages are white.

(Jette came near the phone and answered the call) “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?” asked Jette. “Please find the first rule in the middle of the book,” said the woman on the other line. “Hello, what do you mean?” asked Jette. (Busy phone sound starts) *** At home, when she arrived, she counted all the pages, the book contains 500 pages. She divided it by two, she carefully turns every page. When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it…

The nineteenth notebook has been open since February — since the argument sentence, since the fourth book's first pages. It is the fullest notebook of the run: forty-four years of practice have produced a year's worth of writing that requires more pages than any previous year. She opens it to the annual review page. November. The forty-fourth review. The same November morning that has been the same November morning for forty-four years and is never quite the same. November. The forty-fourth review.