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Lucy said, “Work-life balance is important, so you’re doing it right.” After chatting for a while, Lucy finally talked business. “I’ve gone through the books you recommended to me twice now. Take a look at my notes.” Lucy handed over her notebook to Koven. Upon opening it, he found dense but neatly written notes about her understanding of the books. Koven quickly glanced over the notes. It had a distinct personal style as she extracted suitable and trendy ideas from the books while also highlighting the points she disagreed with. She jotted down all her thoughts.

No official stamp, no foundation logo, and personal notes, of course. Men like him always keep their own record of the damage. I reach for the top notebook first. He puts one hand over it. “Read carefully,” he says. “You may not like what memory looks like when someone writes it down without kindness.” Aurora steps in before I can. “Move your hand.” He does. Good. I open the first notebook. The first page is enough to make my skin crawl. Subject B – intake retention notes. Not Nadia, not a child, Subject B. I keep reading anyway.

I opened one of the cabinets in search of something to eat. Luckily, I saw a packet of vegetable crackers and a few bars of chocolate. I took them and sat on the rocking chair. Just as I was about to open the biscuits, my eyes fell on a note on the side table. I quickly picked it up. The note was in Eric's handwriting. "Hey, I didn't want to wake you. I went into town to get some groceries and a car. Help yourself to some snacks in the kitchen cabinet. Also, take a shower. We'll be on the move once I get back. Eric."

But the question arises, how do I go to choose , do I take a pen to him to draw on, or speak to it, the notebook might be alive, try to talk it first. "I choose earthly level weirdness." When hearing my words, the notebook seemed to come to life, as if it was entwined with black mist, while also constantly turning over on its own, the temperature in the room also at this time became a few points colder, and finally the notebook still stopped at the first page, at which point the notebook appeared in a different handwriting from the beginning and the same as the robot, this time the handwriting looks like a girl wrote the same, but the content is creepy.

He'd learned it from a barista at the café near the culinary school, the one he went to on the mornings when he needed to be out of the apartment before the day had fully started, and he'd brought it home and practiced it until it was his. Alexander read the FT. He read it the way he read everything—fast, thorough, with the specific quality of someone who was absorbing information and simultaneously filing it in the mental architecture he maintained for things that might matter later. He annotated. He always annotated. There was a system to his annotations—marginal marks that Elijah had learned to read over the months, the check marks and the underlines and the small notations that meant som

It was so quiet so that the sound of the lecturer's footsteps was heard in the ears of all the students. "Good morning!" he greeted coldly and expressionlessly. "Good morning, Mr. Elmer," all the students replied together. Elmer nodded and began to take out his book. Without saying much, he began to discuss a topic of discussion. All the disciples took notes and listened quietly. Likewise with Leora. She didn’t write the lessons, but make a note of the strangeness that she saw from Elmer's figure.

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: -- Tyler had the thoughts of just burning the notebook down to ashes after he wrote those things on it. He was planning on just taking a pic of it or just write another one on his phone, but Dave insisted that he must use paper and pen to take notes. He said it’s better that way since paper notes are easy to remember than those written in the computers. He gave it a deep thought before agreeing. He wasn’t wrong, handwritten notes are better than those notes that were typed. Besides, nothing will happen that need to be anxious about, right? It’s not as if anyone will see the notes, right?

"You have been up all night and whatever you found you can tell us from a chair." Eldric looked at him for a moment and then he pulled the chair out and sat down. "I went through all of her notes," he said. "Everything she ever sent me. Everything she left behind that came into my possession after she died. It took most of the night because there is a great deal of it and because I was not reading quickly. I was reading carefully." "What did you find," Kael said.

I do not move toward them yet. Something keeps me in place. Most of the other students have filed out by the time Eli finally stands and collects his materials. He passes my row on his way to the exit. Close enough that I catch the edge of whatever soap he uses underneath the general cold of a January morning. Close enough to see that his copy of Donne has dense careful annotations in his own handwriting filling the margins. Small and precise. The notes of someone who actually read the text before he arrived in this room. He slows.

I smiled at her. "Finished." Emerson dropped his notebook onto the table in front of me. It landed with a slap. I picked it up and started reading through it. Then I picked up my red pen. "What are you doing?" he said. I kept marking. Corrections in the margin, circled errors, notes beside the questions he'd clearly rushed. "I am marking it." I turned the page. "Same as any teacher would." He leaned forward. "You're marking it up more than any teacher would."