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I said, voice flat, leaning back in the leather chair. My fingers drummed once on the table, slow, deliberate. “Take it or walk. I don’t negotiate with amateurs.” Harrington, the lead partner from the sinking tech startup, swallowed hard. His tie was knotted too tight, sweat beading on his forehead despite the air-conditioning. “Mr. Blackwood, that’s half our valuation. We have investors. Projections for next quarter” “Projections are fantasies,” I cut him off, eyes cold. “Your code is buggy. Your market share is shrinking.

she joked. “Obviously…” “I like The Goonies, Indiana Jones, The Godfather, anything like that,” she replied, taking my hand and pulling me towards the lounge. I grinned. Those were all my favourites too. This girl seemed to get better and better. “What about Stand by Me? You like that one?” I asked, as she put the DVD in the player.

I can’t explain it, but I don’t have to, either, if I don’t bring it up, and I’m not one to ever start conversations. I sniff the paperback—old, musty paper, glue, and Justus—and set it on the pallet. The next book in the pile, Peter Kropotkin’s The Conquest of Bread, has a picture of two men chopping down a tree on the cover. It smells the same. All the books are dog-eared paperbacks with yellowed pages—Walden by Henry David Thoreau, Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, Critique of Practical Reason by Immanuel Kant, several each by Ursula K. Le Guin and N. K. Jemison, and a massive hardback of Plato’s collected works. The Plato is the only one that looks like it hasn’t been read a hundre

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.

He sometimes cringed when he read the part about giving birth which was written in detail in the book. So,o with a pale face, he closed his book and moved on to another book. This time, this book discusses drugs that were not allowed to enter the body of a pregnant woman, and his head becomes even dizzier. After just half an hour of reading, he already felt his head was not strong enough to handle it anymore. He was actually confident about reading because he could read military books and war theory for hours on end. Only, these books in front of his brother-in-law were too hard for his brain.

"Try not to hit a squirrel, Romeo." "I’ll try not to miss." They slipped out into the cold, cheeks pink against the November air. Their first stop was the downtown bookstore. Harper wandered the aisles, fingers grazing book spines like they were old friends. Jaxon stuck close, occasionally reading a random sentence aloud from whatever book he’d picked up. "This one says ‘nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.’ I feel personally attacked."Harper laughed. "Put the diet book down and find me poetry." They bought two used paperbacks and left with fingers still laced together.

Ollie Oliver was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He was on the floor of the makeshift gym in his temporary home and Elsie was standing nearby, counting out his movements. He was in pain and beyond exhausted. A part of him felt like passing out would be a better alternative than staying conscious, but there was no way that Elsie would let him quit. He loved that about her. “How is this so hard?” he asked, through gritted teeth. “I'm hardly doing anything. This shouldn't be so difficult.”

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