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"I see. Did you really give all that silver away?" He nods his head. "A big part went to youth Bandy sports in the poor pack territories." "That makes sense." "I also gave silver to shelters for homeless wolves," Theo says. "And to food barns for families who do not have meat to eat. I gave ten million silver pieces to reading programs and the Moonlit Tales Bookstore." He moves around on his seat. "You love to read scrolls so much. Your love for stories made me realize that some poor wolves do not have that great joy."

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We were the only ones left in the back section of the Crawford library, surrounded by towering stacks of books, sitting side-by-side at a small wooden table that felt like our own little private sanctuary away from all the chaotic high school politics. "I'm not being dramatic, I'm being realistic," Denver mumbled into his arms, turning his head so he could look at me with one exhausted, amber-brown eye. "How do you do it? How do you just sit there so calmly and know all the answers?" "Because I don't spend two hours a day running sprints on a turf field while people scream at me," I pointed out, sliding my chair a little closer to his. I reached out and ran my fingers gently through his mess

Then he said,” You guys also have a café here in with the bookstore, right? “Yeah, we do. Some people come in and like to read for some time. Enjoy. There is a woman who comes for lunch here every day at three in the afternoon and then takes her book which she likes and keeps on reading for the whole thirty minutes. She cannot afford to buy the books. So we try and help people give as much as chance they can to read. My boss thinks that the people who come here to read books are gonna be extinct soon like dodo birds and we are trying to help rehabilitate them,” I said as we finally reached the aisle where the second hand books were kept.

OuT of curiosity, Jake decided to attend the Christmas play at the auditorium later that day. He was surprised by how many people went to the event. Mrs. Walker was at the table collecting donations. “You don’t have to give if you don’t want to,” she told each person who walked through the door. “Where do your donations go?” one man asked. “To fixing the library, costumes and other supplies for future plays and additional books,” she warmly replied. “My goal is to provide a fun place for adults and children to enjoy the thrill of reading.”

We’re all really excited to have the side part of the restaurant completed, Dad and his friends have worked hard the last few weeks to make it a beautiful space, we even have hand made bookshelves running the entire length of a wall. The books are being donated to us and the best thing ever, we placed an ad on F******k to let everyone know we’re opening a café bookstore and the launch date but also requested for anyone who had books they would like to donate to send them or bring them to us. Our shelves are already full, and we had a few indie authors who sent us books, I mean how amazing is that? Naturally, I’ve donated a lot of my own books, and this area will be beautiful for people to co

I walk up and compose myself before speaking to her. “Hey Heather, I’ve got some intake forms from my mom for the refug-“ She cuts me off and snatches the papers from my hand. “I’ll take those, thanks.” I take a breath and ignore that rudeness. “Anyway, I am here to see if there is something I can do to help.” "Of course, I have it all under control, but I guess if you really want to do something, we have some book donations over in the library area that haven't been sorted yet." She waves her hand dismissively towards the library area.

But something had shifted. I passed a bookstore with its lights still on. In the window was a sign: GED Prep Books Clearance Sale. I stared at it for a long time before making up my mind to check it out. The woman behind the counter looked up when I entered. I didn’t speak. Just pointed at the book in the window. “That one’s five,” she said. I pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it over. Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky.

Jake Norton found himself being drawn to Quinn the way a moth gets drawn to a flame. To give her space, he observed and watched over her from afar, not forgetting to use her company to help her out in the last days of proofreading her book. Although Quinn had no idea there was someone who was quietly aiding her, Jake was happy he was able to help her out in his own way. When Quinn finally released her new book, Jake was the first to purchase a million copies that he donated to nursing homes for those who took residence there to pass the time reading Quinn’s book.

He is now in his sixties, but is still rocking strong. This place always made me feel like I was living in the 1980's era and it felt so good. Old things fascinate me. I also love it here because books are free to use. Most of them are novels and poetry that is why I love it even more. You only have to pay five dollars every three months if you are a regular visitor. Dale is also good at remembering events and faces of people so he knows who are the people that need to pay. I grabbed a book from the shelf next to me. It was a poetry book and I started reading it.