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I said. She opened it. The first page was a framework. A clean grid she had constructed across what I could see was several hours of careful work. Down the left side, categories. Identity. Financial trail. Employment. Legal records. Property. Education. Associations. Across the top, two columns. *Confirmed.* And *Unconfirmed.* The confirmed column was almost entirely empty.

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I typed also using the stickers of a kiss also. I finally switched off my phone and went for the journal flipping the pages. The book was really large and one of the main reasons why I didn't want to jump to the end part of the book to find what I was looking for quickly, was because I knew that I had to trace a the details alphabetically, so that everything would be in sequen if we are to ever to present the issue in court. I kept looking searching through the pages for.more evidences in the right order, I knew that I mustn't miss any details as they would be arranged at all.

she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.

I'm sure they're supposed to be words, but they're peculiarly stacked together in such a way that only the writer can decipher them. I flip the pages, which I'm surprised are empty at all, given how used the book feels and looks. Closing the book, I open it again to a random page. But there's nothing random about this page. It has been visited multiple times, even recently. I'm sure my sight serves me correctly. Angie's Must-Do List— Steps To Freedom. The title reads, and then there's a bunch of things. * Drink Alcohol * Try a cigarette * Have my first kiss

Is the bookstore far away? “Only a few blocks. Should we call a taxi? I rarely wore heels, but these shoes were comfortable. - Let's walk. When we left the room, I noticed that he had slung his backpack over his shoulder. “What are you taking?” — Markers and pens to hand out. A sign-up list for the newsletter that my assistant sends every month. And my notebook with the booktrailers for this book and the next one. “Booktrailers? - Yes. Short videos. Like the ones they do for a movie or TV show.

Tony handed the notebook to me, and I flipped it open to the first page. Written on the page was what appeared to be a table of contents, which I found rather odd. I skimmed through the rest of the book coming across diagrams, plans, and other addresses we did not know about. “Okay guys. Let’s get the fuck out of here before I pass out from this god forsaken stench! We will go through this book thoroughly later. I can tell it is going to be a valuable asset to us.”

My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller: