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“My love, I believe they call this hoarding.” She shook her head as she reached deep inside and rooted around. “Un-un, even human women’s bags are like this. Trust me.” When an old pink leather-bound book fell from the bag, she chuckled to herself, then set the bag down and picked up the book. “Hell’s bells! What do we have here?” Sitting on the bedside, she started flipping through the pages. “My Momma gave this to me the night of my birthday party. She said I was old enough for secrets but that I shouldn’t ever trust anyone enough to tell them. That this was the only safe place for them.”

When I unzipped it this time I had more time to look through and see what seemed to be an almost endless amount of paperwork on Alpha Ian of the Midnight Pack. "I wish I had a notebook and something to write with so that I could take notes." I said to Aerona. "Maybe you should check the bag. You know dad. He thinks of everything." She said to me. I rifled around in the bag when sure enough I felt the telltale small metallic spirals that indicated a spiral notebook was in the bag. I grabbed it and pulled it out to find two mechanical pencils tucked nicely into the spirals and a lead refill container taped to the front and scrawled across the cover in my dad's handwriting were the words JUST I

I held onto the two bags and smiled back at him as I collect the bags. "Keep your thanks to yourself and leave my camp at once!" He teased, even though he was almost shouting at me. I didn't understand his behaviour towards me at that moment to be antagonistic even though, he was acting weird. I bowed slightly to him and headed once more to my horse. I arranged the two bags on the back of the horse. Unknown to them, I had sneaked out from the hut before I slept last night, to hide the magic book in one of the sacks still untouched on the back of the horse. Effectively, I was able to hide the Magic book from the bandits. Who knows what could have happened if they had found out about it? No on

The only clue she had were those men with barcodes and the only place she had seen that mark before was in New York. Now, though, she couldn’t help but think that her journey to her home town would be in vain—apparently, those men were here too. And they had a bone to pick with her. She was also very aware that she no longer had her backpack. She was twisted with anxiety if they looked through her bag. Noah’s would be fine, but hers? She had much more than weapons in there. The small black leather book tucked safely in its pockets offered so much power. It was her one way of feeling like the world was right again.

And then I see it. It’s not flashy. Not trying too hard. Structured, clean, the kind of bag that works with almost anything. Big enough for documents, small enough not to look like I’m carrying my whole life around. The color is deep, somewhere between brown and black, the kind that doesn’t clash with much.

“I missed you, Cam.” “You missed my ass,” she teased. “I missed you.” “Have you decided when you’ll go to see Mayor T?” Locking her arms around his neck, she touched her forehead to his. “I have the books ready for his wife here.” “Where?” She nodded to the couch she vacated on his arrival. On it was a beige tote bag with a readers quote. Pretty girls read smut. “Behind you. The tote bag.” Alek picked it up. “What’s smut?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Why?” I just asked rather than tell him ‘Is he kidding? This gift came from a baboon. Do you know how he insulted my bamboo bag you made? ' Of course I didn't say that because he doesn’t know that. “Do you know how expensive that bag is?” he said suddenly. I was surprised. Ows? Is that so? I know the prince is rich but why is it expensive? This is not made of gold. “That's one of the bags that people are going crazy about right now. It's called an 'anti-theft' bag,” Yune added.

I took it, mainit pa siya. Lolo sat on the sofa beside my bed, "Ito pala. Vian, bag mo." He handed out the black backpack. May embroided na V sa front nito, tapos may nakapalibot sa V na ugat na may torns. Customized yata 'to. May keychain sa malaking zipper. Kulay puti ito, bola siya na may puting fur. "Thank you po. Tamang-tama po, 'di po ako nakabili ng bag nung namili kami ni Lola."

"No return address." The package is small, rectangular. Brown paper, twine tied in a clean knot. Deliberate wrapping, like someone took time. Ava perks up. Medication forgotten. "For me?" "Let's see." I pull the twine loose, peel back the paper. Inside: a hardcover book. ‘The Paper Bag Princess’ by Robert Munsch. The cover shows a girl in a paper bag facing down a dragon, crown askew, determination written across her illustrated face.