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Her eyes lit up as she shifted, eager to see what was inside. I held my breath. This gift felt like a gamble. She’d either love it or absolutely hate it. Kathrine peeled off the wrapping and lifted the lid of the box. On top, a pair of soft grey leggings was neatly folded. I’d noticed she preferred comfort over flashy fashion. Beneath the leggings was a t-shirt Noah had chosen and personalized. She unfolded the shirt and held it up. The design showed an open book with a heart nestled between the pages. Below it, the words read: "I don’t watch p**n, I read it like a lady."

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

After my lunch break, however, when I've done every other task I can think of, I'm forced to acknowledge that it's finally time to suck it up and start working on the piles of merchandise. I consider going all in and diving right into the T-shirts, but I decide it's better to start with something a little safer. Something that isn't going to bring my lunch right back up. Like... books. An entire bookshelf got knocked over in the scuffle, and the volumes are scattered across the floor. Books aren't obnoxious like neon clothing and key chains, right? Wrong.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

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and all sorts of cool gadgets. We got coffee and browsed the shelves. I found tons of books and book marks and pens and journals. They had coffee mugs and little Christmas games too. I found a sweatshirt that said “get your hands off my book boyfriend” that I had to have.. and a pair of socks that said “don’t speak to me I’m reading”. Jenny had her hands full as well when we went up to check out. I started to ask the girl if they were hiring… working here would be so much more fun that working at the restaurant.

The funny part is that, outside of witches who are openly practicing on social media, they think we’re just fictional characters. I saw an opportunity a few years ago, when I stepped inside a human bookstore, Dad told me to run with it, so I did. Our biggest seller was a T-shirt with a wolf’s face and golden eyes and the slogan “I Don’t Chase. I Track.” For men. That one shocked me. Women bought tank tops with the slogan “Prey is a Point of View.” The entire line was a huge success. Right before everything turned to shit, I was going to introduce motorcycle gear. The wolves running that operation were some of the most clever creatives I’d come across.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

Chelsea took off my shirt, and I looked at hers, wanting to read what was on it. "Hey', It's my B'day Now. Will you do the Honours?' it read, and I laughed. The screen printing business in town had found a new loyal customer since she would be opening her t-shirt line soon. Somehow, I knew Chelsea would always have a shirt for everything. It was her thing, and I liked it. She made one for me That read, "I'm not anti-social; I'm selectively social." A statement true to my nature.