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“He’s with me.” Nathan nodded, though his eyes lingered on Julian for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to Erica. “I assume this isn’t a social call.” Erica shook her head. “No. I need your help.” Nathan sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he sat back down. “I figured as much. What is it?” Erica reached into her bag and pulled out the notebook, placing it on the desk in front of him. Nathan’s eyes widened as he recognized it. He hesitated for a moment before picking it up, flipping through the pages with a frown.

Which was not the engineer speaking but the person. Miriam had shown Daniel the marginal note with the expression of someone who had found something she hadn't expected in a professional document. "He annotates?" she said. "Occasionally," Daniel said. "In the margins." She looked at the note. "The light in the reveal is better than an open wall," she read. "That's not an engineering observation." "No," Daniel said. "It's the other kind." She looked at him. "The other kind," she said slowly, as if cataloguing a new category.

>POV: CARRIE Thе nоtеbооk іѕ becoming mу constant соmраnіоn. I’vе read аnd rе-rеаd іt ѕо many tіmеѕ, thеrе аrе paragraphs I knоw vеrbаtіm. I dесіdе іt’ѕ tіmе to leave mу mark.

After all it’s not his fault that I have issues. “Hey. Did I miss any notes while I was gone?” I ask, steeling my features to look as neutral as possible. He almost looks startled that I’m talking to him. “Oh, um, I forgot to mention. There’s not really a reason to take notes. Mrs. Harrison’s study guides and tests are identical. And we work in groups for the guides which come directly from the book.” “Oh. Thanks.” I doodle with my pen for the rest of class, trying to make it look like I’m paying attention.

"Your copy. The one with your margin notes." Something moved across his face. Not surprise — she had known there would be margin notes. She had known because she knew him. He went to his study. Came back with a folder. Set it on the table between them. She opened it. Read in silence for a long time. The margin notes were thorough. Precise. The notes of a man who had read every word and understood every implication. On page twelve, beside the stress induction protocol description, in Julian's careful hand: *Necessary? Alternatives?*

“You’re a note-taker.” “I don’t like to forget things.” “Good habit. Useful here.” I turned to my monitor and logged in to Arclight. The interface blinked alive, a little too bright against the cool light. I found the INTAKE column and clicked the first card: Simple re-flow for a brochure. Assets attached: text doc, two images. No revisions requested, just a date and a promise of “more to come.”

"Did you give my notes to Forrest?" Madelyn suddenly remembered. "Oh, sorry, I still have your notebook. Don't worry, I'll give it back to you tomorrow. Do you need it now? You can borrow mine in the meantime." Ethan had neatly organized Madelyn's notes, marking and detailing all the important parts for the final exams. He had even highlighted the most crucial points for her.

I have to. I start reading the diary again—from start to finish—with higher concentration this time round. I don’t want to miss a single thing. This time, I start taking notes to find out who the guy was. Within an hour,

However, when he was able to keep them open longer, and colors started to appear slowly, he finally believed the doctor’s recommendations and put his fear to rest. Soon I had enough of his recordings to work for months. I actually enjoyed working on his notes big time. He had this way of relaying his thoughts I’d already learned to enjoy just by talking with him, and he was a good narrator, so it was far from tedious. Every other day, while Guadalupe and Cake did their stuff inside, we would sit at the veranda and I would read him his revised notes aloud.

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?