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He snatched it from the shelf it was sitting on and brought it to her. She stared at him, panting from her mini exercise. She stared at the chips he stretched out to her and gently trailed his appearance. She weary. He stared at her, recognising her scent. He has smelt it before, she looked familiar. Extremely familiar. He barely had time to think when she snatched it from him, muttered a 'thank you' and walked away.

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Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

Then I booked it. ---

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

She took a deep sigh as she slowly closes the book with the engraved words of ‘CIRCUS’. “Fate, destiny or inevitable, they choose the path that brought them into this affair. Right or wrong, good or evil, as of light or dark. The path has been laid in front of them as they choose the one, they deem is right. Besides, you are the one who set that very rule, haven’t you?” Smirking as IT’s face draws a cunning smile, IT cheerfully nods and retorting back. “Well, that is what I call ‘love’.”

I snapped wake. My breathing was fast and I was sweating badly. I grabbed my t-shirt. My heart was pounding hard I almost thought my rib cage was going to break. I gulped air. My eye sight was fuzzy. I blinked three times before my room came to proper view. I was on the bed and a book was beside me. It was open. It was just a dream. I wanted to repeat it until it was true, but I knew I was just lying.

The whole of what the morning had been given. "Those three stay empty unless the page fills them itself," I said. "The book on that flap is called the coal-and-cart book. That is the name of the shelf it sits on. It will not answer any of the three, and if I let it try, I will have proved a cart out of a label." "A book title is not a load," Mara said. "Put that at the top of your sheet, not the bottom. You will want it earlier than you think."

In reality, it wasn't that they hit my back; it was that I curled up, so they could only hit my back. "It's very late; you should go back now," I said, not wanting to stay in the same space with him. His presence only brought fear and oppression to me. . And unknowingly, it had already become dark outside. "You said it's late; I won't go back tonight," Mark thought for a moment said. ... Except for the meal I had at Mark's house in the morning, I hadn’'t eaten until now. I took out the ingredients I had bought for lunch, lit the stove, and cooked something quickly.