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I turned back to Bernard. “I want to organize a book drive.” That got his full attention. I kept going before embarrassment could stop me. “Not just random donations. A proper event. Something targeted. Students. High schools. Underserved communities. We can get sponsors involved, maybe corporate partnerships, maybe even direct pledges. If it’s done right, it can fund actual books, not just leftovers people want to get rid of.” Bernard was listening closely now. Not politely. Actually listening. And somehow, that made me speak more confidently.

The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"

“This project is… personal.” Her brows lift with interest. “Personal is good. Tell me about it.” I slide the manuscript across the table, my heart pounding as she picks it up. “It’s a series for children. Each book follows two siblings, Ella and Max, as they go on adventures that teach them about kindness, courage, and love. It’s not just about fantasy worlds or magical creatures, though there’s plenty of that. It’s about family and how the bonds we create can carry us through anything.”

"I don't know, it happens sometimes. I see something or someone says something, and I get an idea for a story. Like with this one, I imagined this lonely trapper working hard to earn money for his family. The boxes are kind of a story board. Maybe one day I'll write it into a screenplay." "Wow. Have you done that before?" She slid off his lap and went to the window. "One day I was browsing in this really cool bookstore. It's one of my favorite places. Anyway, on this particular day, I was just getting over a bad case of bronchitis. I was mostly better, and I'd been cooped up in the house for a week, so I was thrilled to get out. But all the sudden I had a huge coughing fit. It was

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So, I ruffle a couple of pages and read randomly if anything catches my attention. Being a bookaholic serpent has its advantages. I can almost guess the next line, the next chapter, and the next theory. It isn’t a mastery but an art that has been bestowed upon me with time and endless readings. In the present case, nothing seems to be promising in any of the crap the werewolves have written. Mostly, the same basic ideas over and over again: keep them concise, true, simple, lucid, uncontroversial, and blah blah blah.