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Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

"Hey, are you okay?" Emily shook her head, unable to find the words to explain how she was feeling.Clara sat down beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"Emily took a deep breath, then poured out her frustrations. Clara listened patiently, nodding in understanding."It’s okay to feel this way," Clara said when Emily finished. "You're going through a lot of changes. But you’re strong, and you’ll get through this."Emily smiled weakly. "Thanks, Clara. That means a lot."Clara reached into her bag and pulled out a small sketchbook. "Here," she said, handing it to Emily. "When I’m feeling overwhelmed, I draw. It helps me process things. Maybe it’ll help you too."Emily took the sketchbook, touche

As I drank, Miranda came in wearing a tiara and holding a notebook. “Mommy!” she exclaimed. “I’m making a baby book!” I smiled despite my tiredness. “A what?” “A book! About you. And the baby. And me helping.” She climbed onto the bench next to me and opened the pages. “This is you giving a speech. See? The people are tiny and you're really big.” She pointed proudly at my stick figure in heels. “And this one is you sleeping. And the baby saying, ‘Can we come out now?’”

I clicked back to the messages to reply. Rebbeca: That’s a very special number, happy birthday little girl. Me: “tank you very much you have pwetty picture” Rebbeca: “Thank you, baby girl, I like the sloth picture. is that your favorite animal?” Me: “Wes, he’s the best, he can sleep all day and not move” Rebbeca: “Are you in school little girl?” Me: “Wes, I a senior” Rebbeca: “Really what a smart girl”

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

I'm afraid I'll have to stop here Princess or else I might wet my own paper after working so hard on writing. I promise I'll be back soon Lia. Don't forget me okay? Love you. Your Little Prince, Zale Felix Cohen. " - You remember how your heart had slowly ripped inside your chest as you read every written word. You recalled the faint drops mingling with the letters written on that piece of paper. Those tears didn't come from you though. They were already there when you got the letter. They were his tears. You remember noticing the messy penmanship, grudged in a way than usual. Your heart snapped when you realize he was writing it with a trembling hand.

"You know what..." Minos reached for his breast pocket and produced a small leather-bound booklet, placing it on the boy's lap. "What's this?" The boy grabbed it and started reading. "Thee. Dragun. Fromm. Thee. Shyre. What's this about?" "It's about... a dragon. From the shire." Minos didn't know how to explain what the book was about, as he never really got past the first ten pages himself. He found it boring and too juvenile for his taste. He only reads it so he can go to sleep. "It's my favorite book," he lied, "and I want you to read it."

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.