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Kulay itim ito na may printed white roses na nakapalibot, simple pero maangas tignan. .... Should I-? Bahala na, kinuha ko na rin ito, for emergency purposes sa school, baka biglang magbago itsura ko kapag nag-switch kami ng ability ko. Then walked sa isang isle ng ancient books. "Huh? Book of Wisdom?" I said out of nowhere. Bakit andami nito? Famous writer ba ang papa ko? Or iba ang author no'n at bumili lang si papa? Wala kasing pen-name na nakalagay sa cover

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Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

"So basically, she's the life in exchange for a money?" "Yes." "A life you are done with?" "Yes." "That isn't worthy enough. She's useless to you, so I doubt she will be of any use to me too." "Trust me. You'll want her when you see her." "Quite the convincer, but I don't like sharing."

The flowers, delicate and enduring, seemed to embody the resilience and beauty of those who had shared their stories. Later, Yam organized a small reading session—Letters From Nobody, Responded By Everybody. Participants read entries aloud anonymously, followed by open replies offered like small gifts. One letter said: “I feel like the only person who doesn’t know how to be happy.” A reply came softly from someone in the back: “Happiness isn’t a requirement for worth. You’re already enough.” These words resonated deeply, a reminder that worth was not contingent on external validation.

He shrugged, explaining, "Oh, just what it says. I gave this book to Caitlyn before, but she didn't want it, so I brought it to you. Happy?" He looked up and froze at my cold gaze. I sulked, "I searched for this book for five years. You knew that. It means everything to me. Why didn't you give it to me first?" Cade paused, his tone turning cold. "It's just a collectible to you. You're only good for filing cases and fetching coffee. What's the point of your reading it? It's a different story for Caitlyn, a big-shot lawyer. She needs it to boost her skills. Can't you be reasonable and let someone who needs it have it?"

"Are you crazy?" "Probably not." I let out a long sigh, brushing hair from my face. "It's not like I don't completely believe you. You probably do have something that makes you guys worth forty mil, but why shouldn't the government have it?" "It's because they don't actually know what's inside 'it." "So this 'it' is? It has an inside?" "It's a book... a map that leads to something extremely important and everyone was gullible enough to believe it. But it makes sense that they do. We exist after all... me and Seth. We're proof that it has value."

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

It might not be easy but I'm hell sure that it would be worth it. thanks guys reading till the end of this book , the next chapters would be special chapters you can read if you feel like but I would tell you it's not really a most

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