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Slipped one book out of the shelves and held it up. “This looks interesting,” I said. Jake glanced at it from where he sat. “Psychological fiction. I read that when I was ten.” "You've always had a knack for things that have to do with the brain. You could have pursued neuroscience in my stead.” “I don’t like to deal with the biological aspects of the brain. I just like to know how the mind works and why people behave the way they do.” I placed the book back on the shelf. “That makes two of us,” I said. “I’m sorry about your arm.”

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

Sweet Pea Guun felt funny, couldn't help but tease: "What are you doing squatting at the door?" Brene Brian, who dared to tell the truth, opened his mouth and replied: "Read the book." In Sweet Pea Guun's eyes, Brene Brian was originally a very strange person, so he still had no doubt, and honestly praised a sentence: "Pretty good, nowadays young people rarely read books, you have very good habit." Brene Brian hesitantly lowered her head, silently decided not to work tonight, read books two hours first and then calculate later. "That's right," Sweet Pea Guun remembered the matter, "Can I borrow your shower gel? I don't bring it, I'm going to buy it after I shower."

Melinda had now become a huge sensation online. She even started a public social media account, sharing her experiences and amassing a huge following. Soon, various memes, jokes, and puns about her emerged online too. Some of them included, "I aimed for 0 and still got 400!", "It takes real talent to avoid every correct answer", and "SATs 101: Top three ways to get the lowest score possible!" She quickly became a micro-influencer over the course of the summer vacation and even managed to monetize her online presence.

i answer "hey" "ive booked you a motel room at the oxley, go on over, order from roomservice, ill be back in the morning and ill take you to the train station and send you home via train. No arguments little one, im tired and i dont have the patience for them." click the phone goes dead and i stare at it again. what the fuck. i sit there contemplating, i g****e the oxley and see that its a motor inn. hes kinda going above and beyond being a kind person but i am tired of being here and the staff are beginning to side eye me. i grab the handle on my suitcase and start walking.

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I was on edge wanting to know what Brian would do or how he would react after seeing Nila's name on the bonfire guest list sticked on the walls in the school hallway. I hear the flushing of a toilet but I can't move, literally. I feel like big tanks of lead have been tied to my feet, not allowing me to move even an inch. My jaw must be hitting the floor at the shock I'm in right now. How is Haven this talented? I've read all her books and secretly been a top fan. I actually created a book recommendation page where I advertised and recommended all her books. If it were that easy I would have no doubt used my I*******m and F******k but that part of my life is private, I chose to keep my prefer

"You’re not done. Now sort the books by how interesting the titles sound." I spun around. "You’re kidding, right?" He gave a smug grin. "Call it a test of your intellectual instincts." Rolling my eyes so hard it nearly caused whiplash, I started pulling books off the shelf and organized them into very important categories: "Billionaire Brainwashing" (titles like How to Win at Negotiations, Stock Market Secrets—snoozefest.) "Mildly Interesting" (like The Psychology of Power—kind of creepy, but curious.)

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.