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"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

He read out the words; "Have fun". " Why not let us have some fun" his subconscious said . THE BOOK JUST STARTED AND I PROMISE YOU, IT IS NOT YOUR REGULAR TYPE OF ROMANCE

“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

he asked, very focused on unbuttoning my shirt. Then someone entered the library, and we ended up witnessing a conversation so strange and painful that it explained many things to me, although it also opened up a world of doubts. Life's twists were so strange that we never see them coming. Japanese phrases/words: You make good use of your tongue... Italian phrases/words: I hope you like it as much as you like my mouth...

“Oреn uр your Kіndlе аnd tell mе уоur bеѕt bооkmаrkеd ԛuоtеѕ, I’m gоіng tо wrіtе thеm all оvеr so when you lооk down аll you’ll ѕее аrе the ѕwееt wоrdѕ that mаkе you swoon.” I аlmоѕt ѕwооnеd at hіѕ sweet wоrdѕ. “Hоw dо you knоw аbоut mу bооkmаrkеd pages?” I аѕkеd ѕlіghtlу іntrіguеd. Mеn nеvеr knеw about thеѕе kіnd оf things.

While Kingston was doing his part, I checked around the place, scanning the entire area when we both spoke simultaneously. “There!” We pointed toward the small shelf in the far end corner, near the fireplace. I sped, then grabbed the book. It was the same as the last one I had read and when I turned to the last page, THE END was written. “Yes! This is the one!” I exclaimed. “But it’s a lot to read,” Kingston complained. “You forgot that I’m a fast reader,” I smirked. As I scanned through, I came across the word “Symbiotic Bond,” and the phrase triggered something.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

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Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.