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she cooed, her anger dissipating for the moment. But just as Takuto thought he was in the clear, Kenta burst out from behind a bookshelf. "Liar!" he yelled, pointing a finger at Takuto. "He just let me trade stickers for shovels!" Kenta then pulled a damp sticker out of his nose and held it up for all to see. "Look! This is evidence!" Takuto’s eyes widened as he looked at the snot-covered Pikachu sticker. No… no… this is worse than a Bitcoin crash!

He never saw the boxes and boxes of books and merchandise. The bookmarks, stickers, postcards, and the boxes of books for her book signing needed her signature. Then there were the giveaway packages Beckett and Julie packed with the help this time of Ms. Higgins. These went out to almost fifty readers and Julie didn’t want anyone thinking they’d received a raw deal, so she researched packaging and ways to pack the boxes decoratively to survive the mail system, look good and impress her readers without being overly bulky. By the end of the day, her office looked like it had exploded.

he explained. “Okay, great,” I replied, looking over the books. The romance was a bodice-ripper, I could tell by the cover. I reached for the mystery. Stumpy held it out of my reach. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to pay the fee.” “Fee?” I echoed. “Give Stumpy a squeeze, and you can have the book,” Stumpy said. A squeeze? Cautiously, I opened my arms for a hug. Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead.

“I’ll write back.” I buy a small paperback on the way out because I want to put money into a place that gave me my breath back for an hour. The cashier gives me a free bookmark that says, You are already the story. I want to cry again. I don't. I put it in the book like a secret.

I’ll spend the rest of eternity making it up to you; till the day I die. My heart was overwhelmed by the heat while my stomach was swarmed with butterflies that were knocking on my ribcage eagerly waiting to be let out. All the books had small sticky notes poking out and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that they all stood for something in particular. At the bottom of the box were chocolates including my favorite Hershey and there was a card. I opened it up. To Nemesis,

By the looks of the almost empty display, it’d turned out to be a good gamble. Anyway, a sarcastic remark was brewing but before I could speak, I heard the click-hiss of Bobby’s inhaler and saw him snag a copy. He stuck his inhaler into his front jeans pocket, opened the hideously yellow book and began flipping through it. I stood there, working my jaw, as if chewing a particularly troublesome piece of cud. Bobby eagerly flipped through the book’s pages, which I noticed were gilt a glittering golden-yellow along the edges. Finally I swallowed and managed, “Are you kidding me, Bobby? You’re not actually gonna . . . ”

An hour later, we finished going over everything. As Marcus packed up his things, he pulled out a small box and handed it to me. "This is for you." I took the box and opened it. Inside was a delicate silver bookmark, engraved with a tiny flower. "It's beautiful," I said with a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Perfect." His ears turned red as he replied, "You're welcome. I just saw it and thought it was perfect for you, so I bought it."

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.