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She must've been reading something she didn't think I was interested in. "What type of book then?" I asked. "It's a help- book". She said, and I looked at her curiously. "Was it for you?" I asked her, and she shook her head. "I-I want him to be okay". She said, her voice unsteady as she pulled the book out. It's title in bolded letters, blinding my eyes as I tried to focus on her sorrow words. HOW TO DEAL WITH A LOVED ONES PASSING.

Nice porch with a rocking chair and a hammock on it. But just inside I noticed her. Kamari. Her hair was tucked back behind an ear. Feet propped up on the arm of the couch whilst she aimlessly leafed through a book. The title was a dark choice but one I had read before. The Haunting of Hill House. A twisted book that made you catch your breath at every turn. Behind her was the kitchen. Her father was standing there, kneading from what I could see. Nolan had only mentioned her address once. When he thought she would come here or to the cafe. I never realized I knew it by heart.

"She doesn't know yet what the first hours lead to. She doesn't know what she's capable of. She doesn't know who she's going to become on the other side of it." "But she found the book," he said. "She found the book," Adaeze agreed. He was quiet for a moment. "What did you say to her?" he asked. She had written back already, in the way she always wrote back — not with the generic warmth of someone managing correspondence but with the specific honest attention of a woman who had been where this person was and understood, from the inside, what the inside felt like.

She shakes her head, “I don’t want that either, obviously, you damned fool.” He nods, looking at her warily, “I realise even if you had known you wouldn’t have been able to tell me. I figured it out, from what you were both not saying.” Sol looks at Hecate, who smirks, shaking her head slightly, “She’s clever, you knew that. You’ve counted on it, dozens of times before.” Sol sighs, and nods. “I’m three-quarters Sol.” Sol smiles softly and nods, “Is there anything I should know about that? Anything you can tell me about that’s different from the book?” Sol sighs and looks at the ceiling for a moment,

I was so proud of myself saying this story, happy that I remembered everything Sean told me and all she could say was 'fair enough'. "What's the name of the book she read?" She asks, and I try to rack my brain for the name. "Hidden edges," I say at once, finally finding it deep inside my jam-packed brain. "Alright," she says and folds her arms, "Since you know all that, there'll be no need to burden myself with repeating it, but I could entertain a few questions." My eyes lighten up at that and a smile plays on my lips. Finally, someone would answer my questions.

I know what I'm doing is wrong, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? The way she limped up the stairs still disturbs me. Kaima was simply careless and I couldn't stop myself from throwing daggers at her with my eyes... she was too occupied to notice, anyway. She sat opposite me on our study table but she was too engrossed and at some intervals too excited to be the same girl who always groans at the sight of her books. Even I wouldn't and I can say for a fact that I love studying, except... I zoomed my sight on the book in her hands. That wasn't her basic technology textbook. It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy'

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He did enough. She cleaned up and returned to her bed. She had a new book, one Keegan had found when he went to get the suitcase with treats. That was one secret he refused to share with her but she didn’t mind. He could have his secrets. She didn’t want to know everything, just enough to feel safe and secure. It was a book called Heidi and she felt it was more of a children’s book than one for adults but it was still enjoyable. She had three more to read when she finished it and she had to admit that life was good, for the time being. She was warm and fed. She had a book and treats to eat while reading it. She could do with a cup for coffee but boiled water was a scarcity. She couldn’t find

"Believe me, your story has reached me in a unique way." "My story?" she asked, seeming not to understand. "No one knows my story. No one knows anything about me." " That's what you think," he said, passing her by without stopping to look at her. He didn't want any surprises or sudden moves. "Look," he said. After searching through her books for a moment, she found the one she needed. Now she was standing in front of the footboard of the bed, and he didn't notice when she had arrived there.

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.