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Or at least buried it deep in a storage box, far from sight. But no. It’s here. Sitting right there, like it still belongs. I exhale and shake my head, swallowing the weird tightness in my chest. It’s just a stuffed Unicorn. It doesn’t mean anything. Right?… Right. I move away from the bookshelf, rubbing the back of my neck. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I shouldn’t be feeling anything about this. This whole apartment swap was supposed to be a mild inconvenience—something to tolerate for a month before going back to normal.

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When my eyes finally flutter open, I find an old copy of Our Story in the bag. I set the T-shirt aside and reach for the book. It’s worn and well-loved. Like it had been read cover to cover many times. I open to the first page. Stamped neatly is a line that says Sutten Mountain Book Exchange If Lost Please Return To… My fingers run over the neatly printed name on the line. Linda Jennings.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

“Do you want me to tell you about my mermaid?” “First, explain why you read books when your friend is visiting.” “Because we both like reading? What kind of question is that? You read constantly. You should understand.” “I read when I’m alone.” “That’s only half the fun. She reads really filthy books about bikers and mafia bosses, and I read historical romances full of ball gowns and elaborate courtship rituals. Then we read each other the best passages.” She was getting animated now, hands moving as she talked. “So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blo

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“But what will I get in return for giving it up?” “Huh?” I responded, thoroughly bewildered. “First I helped you find the book you lost. Now I need this book as much as you do. So, what is your offering in exchange?” he prodded. “What do you want?” I queried, tilting my head. “A nice coffee and snack,” he replied, a slight tilt to his head. I furrowed my brows, considering my options. “Okay, deal,” I agreed, reaching for the book. Yet, he retracted it.

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He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

he said. “By about four days,” she said. “I checked against the journal.” “You keep records,” he said. “I keep records,” she agreed. They stood for a while. “The book is doing something,” he said. “The reader messages.” She’d been sharing some of them with the household — not all, some were private in ways that the sharing would violate, but the ones that were about the quality of the book rather than the specifics of the readers’ lives. “Yes,” she said.