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“No, it’s me. I’m being foolish. Of course you can—” “No,” she cried. I mean, it was incredibly touching that he was willing. But it was the last thing she wanted now that she understood what she’d actually been asking. “I mean, sheesh. Paper books? Who reads those anymore? I bet I could pick this up for 99p as an epub.” He gave a slight shaken laugh. She grabbed her phone and googled. “Well, okay, $11.99 if I pretend I’m American.” “Cole, I don’t mind.”

Slowly, carefully, he lifted the book from its pedestal. “Got it," he whispered triumphantly. The eBook felt historical, its cover worn but still vibrant with problematic designs. He opened it to the first page, eyes scanning swiftly. The text changed into written in an antique dialect, but Michael had studied enough to apprehend the gist. This e book held secrets and techniques, powerful ones that might exchange the whole thing.

He adds in a low voice. I don't say anything again, I walk into his room and walk around. His room is huge as big as mine, everything is black or gray. The bed is made up and everything is clean, I walk to a tall bookshelf filled with books and then a record player by the side and lots of records arranged on another shelf. Noah watches me walk around and look at things. "I like your room." I say. "Yeah? Not as aesthetic as yours." He says. I smile. "I still like it." I say.