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A ·− N −· Y −·−− B −··· M −− Z −−·· C −·−· O −−− D −·· P ·−−· E · Q −−·− F ··−· R ·−· G −−· S ··· H ···· T − I ·· U ··− J ·−−− V ···− K −·− W ·−− L ·−·· X −··− Thank you all for reading my book hope you all are liking it. This book is the opposite of Utopia and if you know the definition of that…. then you will understand this world. Yet remember there will be holes in this story, and to fill those holes you must use your imagination to fill them in. Sometimes in writing less is more, a mystery even.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

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She turned it on and shouted, "Come one, come all! Mallory, our lovely sugar baby, finally felt guilty! She's sharing her sugar daddy's gifts with everyone. Don't miss out!" Her shouting drew students from every direction. Within moments, a crowd had formed. Louisa sliced the box open and flung out handfuls of beautifully wrapped chocolates like confetti. "Taste the sweetness of rich men's love!" People squealed, laughed, and scrambled to grab whatever they could. My eyes burned. My mom had made all of those by hand. Next came skincare gift sets. Louisa tossed them carelessly. "No clue what brand this is. Use it on your heels or something."

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

Apparently, she hadn’t made it into town to visit a dressmaker. She sat curled on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her, shoes gone from her feet and laying haphazardly on the floor. Miss Emmie looked deeply engrossed in a book, and guilt overrode his emotions. He couldn’t believe he was going to interrupt her private time just so his day could be more enjoyable. She made such a lovely picture all cozy on the couch, wearing a serious, but pleasant expression. He liked the soft color in her eyes, and the way her lips parted slightly.

com> To: Vera Lee Subject: Hey :) i got your chat and figured you were better than i thought. i hope everything went well with the book transaction, or whatever you call it. enjoy the book! sincerely hoping it arrives earlier than schedule. i’ll be on the lookout for any deliveries, neighbor ;) might beat you to it this time I had to re-read his e-mail. It was eight in the morning and my brain was still catching some Zs. My whole body was practically sleeping still.

One from Adrian. And for the first time, I realized that even small gifts had a way of bringing people closer together. After the conversation ended, I walked into the living room and picked up the new book from the couch. The cover was already a little bent at the corners from being handled so much that afternoon. My child had clearly carried it everywhere in the house. I flipped through the pages slowly. The pictures were bright. Rockets, planets, and stars filled almost every page. It was exactly the kind of book a five-year-old would get excited about.

With all the noise and filth cleared away, my world finally became peaceful again. There was still a long road ahead. The world is big. There's plenty of room out there to make your own way.