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The book arrived by courier the following morning. I sat in the library at the family home and read it. All of it. In one sitting. It was the truest account of anything I had lived that I had ever encountered. It was also, in the way of all true accounts, more beautiful than the living of it because the living happened one day at a time and the book made the shape of it visible. I called Priya when I finished. "Thank you," I said. “It was the most important thing I have written," she said. "Whatever else I do, this is the one."

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She asked as she opened the book – not understanding a word it says. “Poetry,” He answered. Faith raised her eyebrow and flip through the pages to learn, that it indeed was written in a way poetry is often printed. Something about the font suggested to her that it was handwritten. She couldn’t tell properly, but it was – then whoever wrote it had such beautiful and curvaceous handwriting. It makes her want to read it.

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.

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He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The arrival had a different quality entirely. The book was lean. Precise. Every sentence earns its place. Sofia had stripped out everything that didn't belong and what remained was the pure essential thing — the interior experience of return, written with the particular authority of someone who had lived it and had taken the time to understand what they had lived before writing a single word about it.

Her hips were pulled up off the mattress, and her thighs were shaking around him as he moved inside her—slow at first, exploring her, learning her rhythm, her breath, and the way she gasped when his thumb found her clit. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “So damn warm.” “Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn’t. His fingers curled just right, stroking the sensitive spot that is deep inside her while his thumb circled her clit in slow, and devastating patterns. Emily clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breath ragged and uneven. “I can’t—” she gasped. “I’m… I’m already—”

he mentioned with determination, that explained the cleanliness and organization of the place. It was a good idea, giving the world the opportunity to discover the adventures written on each page in the thousands of books that this library could offer. “That would be amazing,” I considered, running my fingers along the spines of a row of books to dust them off and reread their titles, “Every story deserves to be read.” I mentioned taking Victor Hugo's Les Misérables. “That's a very good one.” He said closely looking at the book. His gray eyes shone with low intensity due to the low lighting, the chandeliers weren't much use but they were still beautiful grays that linked to mine effortlessly