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He thumbed through the first chapter as it told the story of the legend of the giants, and all about how the giants and forest people came together there hundreds of years before. He had already heard that story a thousand times, so he looked at some of the drawings and illustrations, and then he moved on, turning each page with reverence and care. He certainly did not want to damage the book or its pages in any kind of way. It was far too old and much too sacred to abuse it.

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

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"I'll be ready." End of Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

explained Al, handing over an official letter with a gold eagle stamp. #to be continued in Chapter 24.4 - Become a King

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She unpacked her tote bag, setting out a small tin of cookies, a travel mug of tea, and a worn copy of Anne of Green Gables. “Read it to my class every fall,” she said to no one in particular. “Even the boys liked it, though they pretended not to.” When no one responded, she simply opened the book and began to read aloud. Her voice was smooth and soft, like old velvet. Carter crept closer. Meredith didn’t look up, but she stopped scrolling. Later that evening, Richard returned home to the smell of apple slices baking in cinnamon and sugar. He paused in the foyer, confused.

I let my eyes wander around the room, taking in the books lining the shelves, the posters of movies that had been adapted from books and plays and the way all the kids' attention was rapt on their teacher. These were teeneaged kids. And, they weren't talking or texting, they were actually listening as he spoke. I placed my hand on the knob and turned it gently, quietly, then pushed the door open just enough for me to hear what John was saying. "I know this is different that the books and plays we've read so far, but I assure you, it's not less romantic, angsty, or complicated than the others. Little Women is a classic for many reasons and people love it, and sometimes haate it, in profound a