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Wounds that don’t really heal. But my ears were attuned to these sarcasms from my best friend. Every time he said something like this, I felt a strange urgency within. To arrive at the moment when I would make it big with my book. To arrive at The Booker. I would take those words in, like you swallow a bitter-tasting Saridon when you have a headache. And I would become quiet for a moment. He would understand, as always he did and then try to pacify me with kinder words.

he said, "and we've only just begun." END OF BOOK ONE

She paced around the room and continued talking, "I don't do voodoo and I don't do prayers because I believe in none of those things. What I believe in is to get things done with immediate effect. The facade that I'm hiding under has helped me in many different ways e.g., have you heard of the saying, do not believe in a picture that's big, cause even the largest trees are made up of sticks. When all the dots have been connected, what you see will be detected. That saying is what I live for," "What does that even mean?" Alex asked with a confused expression on his face. "It means that you are missing the sight of the bigger picture here. Even I am being targeted by a family member. You think

She said with blazing eyes and I nodded rapidly. "Good, now stay away from me," She said as they walked away.. Okay, why do I always get a new enemy and a new friend always in the same day... A teacher with a big text book suddenly walked in... "Bring out your text books," He said.. My first lesson, I am so excited... ~~~~~ I know this book probably may not be interested but I decided to share it with you because in other sites readers love it. I will not tolerate any unnecessary criticism but I would love to know what you actually think, just be more constructive when you make a review or a comment.

Brock patted my back with his metal arm, only gentler this time. Brock and Katie were tightening their lips, hesitating to say more. I wouldn’t bother them to open up. Li, on the other hand, had a troubling expression. Like he wanted to say something. “A wise man says, um….” Oh, he wanted to impart with me a Chinese proverb. “Confucius says, um… I’ve got nothing. I’ll pray for your survival, my good friend.” It was a bit awkward for him. Perhaps he’d never dealt with this kind of situation before.

--- Then— before stepping back— he reached into his bag. Pulled something out. Handed it over. She looked down. Book. The bookstore. She looked up. He looked away. Then said— “You said you wanted it.” She stared. “When?” He shrugged. “Different times.” She laughed immediately. He smiled. Then added— “You talk once and assume people forget.” She looked at him. Then smiled. --- He started walking. Then stopped. Turned back. And said— “Oh.” She looked up.