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She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

“Bookstores. I saw that there are 4 around here. I want to go to all of them.” Vlad seems to be caught off guard. “Wow, do they still exist? We're in the digital age. Isn't it easier to buy a Kindle?”, Vlad looks at me as if I were outdated, and what if I am? “I can guarantee you that a screen won't give off a unique scent of pages with each turn”, I gesture, imitating a page turn. “If it's going to help you in any way, I'll take you.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I’m offended! There is a small compartment over the drivers seat and passenger seat that is full of books. Kehlani mostly likes the self help books and the occasional romance. She has maybe two horror books out of her collection which I’ve read both of them. I don’t do well with horror, I get paranoid for days. He picks out Chasing Red by Isabelle Ronin. My jaw is slightly parted as he returns to my side and opens the book.

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"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

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I reached back into the box and pulled out three more thick books, stacking them neatly on top of the first one. The smile vanished from Kade's face. He stepped closer to the table and leaned down to read the bold titles printed on the covers. "Advanced Digital Encryption," Kade read aloud, his deep voice thick with confusion. He pointed to the next book in the stack. "Network Infrastructure and Firewalls. Tactical Urban Survival." He stood up straight and looked at me. His dark eyebrows pulled together in a tight frown. "Why did you buy these books?" Kade asked. "These are high-level academic texts on digital security and combat tactics."

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"Well if you must know, I didn't bring a purse.* Circling her waist, I open the hidden compartment beside the minibar and take out the brand new and latest Kindle I bought for her. I pass it to her. "Here." *You bought me a Kindle? she asks, amazed. "Why? I already have one." 'I bought one for each of my cars so you don't have to worry about carrying it everywhere. Or forgetting like you do with your phone." "That's really thoughtful of you daddy," she whispers breathlessly. clutching the e-reader tighter. The city lights dancing on her face. "'i pay y-"

I can’t explain it, but I don’t have to, either, if I don’t bring it up, and I’m not one to ever start conversations. I sniff the paperback—old, musty paper, glue, and Justus—and set it on the pallet. The next book in the pile, Peter Kropotkin’s The Conquest of Bread, has a picture of two men chopping down a tree on the cover. It smells the same. All the books are dog-eared paperbacks with yellowed pages—Walden by Henry David Thoreau, Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, Critique of Practical Reason by Immanuel Kant, several each by Ursula K. Le Guin and N. K. Jemison, and a massive hardback of Plato’s collected works. The Plato is the only one that looks like it hasn’t been read a hundre