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The book is called JERICHO (For obvious reasons) Follow my In$t@gr@m account of you want to read any of my kindle books or paperbacks : the handle us @authorkyliegopal.

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ on a different note please read my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden on goodnovel ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞

When Ameira climbed up, she saw the small gate was wide open so she walked in without permission. On the outside of the bookstore, you can see that there are plants. The plants that are placed in the pots are extravagant and beautiful, indicating that the owner is wealthy. She looked at the door, it was open and because the wall is made up of glass, Ameira could easily see the guy that the old woman mentioned earlier. Kendrick and... "Aleja," for some inexplicable reason, Ameira smiled as she mentioned the man's name. But her eyes widened and her cheeks became slightly warm as she stared at the man without clothes on top who was bathing in his own sweat.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

Gail showed the two books he had been holding to Al earlier, "You know what book this is? It's a book about the Aima Kingdom." Al took a deep breath, "I've read it. Go now." Gail smiled, "The book you read is only a small part of the book series on the documentation of the Aima Kingdom. This book is book number four and number eight, concerning the Queen of Aima and the Prince of the Kingdom of Aima ."

“It’s not funny. Beer shoots right through me. You know that” “Yes. I know that '', she answered. He left the room. Amy lay her head back on the pillow, feeling something a bit heavy underneath it. She furrowed her eyebrows as she put her hands underneath the pillow and pulled out a black book. There was a bookmark in the middle of the book. She opened it to that page. Oh, she thought, this looks like Brooke’s diary. She read only a few lines and her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh.”

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

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When we got inside, there were still a lot of people but not as many as the roaring people down the street. "Miss, Santelli. You're here," the female wearing the cheapest sheath dress said, her frizzy hair blocking my view. I raised my mental eyebrow when I heard her implied 'you're late' greeting. Playing along I said, "Yes. I'm very sorry. The afternoon traffic was a nightmare." "That's no problem, Miss Santelli. Right this way." She led me to a long table with a chair in the middle and millions of Times Magazine copies stacked nearby. I smiled and gave a slight wave at the people inside the library and took my seat on the chair.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.