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I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

Then came the adults, some seeking knowledge for personal growth, others for professional development, their steps echoing the rhythm of the city's shared heartbeat. The day unfolded in a flurry of activity. Books were borrowed and returned, ideas were exchanged, and new concepts were introduced. In the children's corner, the storyteller weaved tales of heroic deeds and mystical creatures, her voice painting vibrant images in the listeners' minds. At the study tables, the teenagers grappled with complex equations and theories, their determined efforts punctuated by moments of frustration and triumph.

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People moved around them, their faces aglow with purpose and connection. Nathan observed a young man seated at a nearby bench, engrossed in a book. The title was discernible from where he stood - "Mastering Mental Resilience." Nathan exchanged a knowing smile with Miranda. They had distributed copies of the book during their event. It was a compilation of stories, experiences, and practical advice on mental wellness, created by individuals from their community center.

I thought when I became an adult I wouldn’t have to keep reading academically. At least this stuff was interesting, and I really did want to learn it, but there has got to be a way to break it up better. I need more interactive, hands-on learning. The only time I’ve done well with books is if I’m reading fantasy novels. Standing and stretching to buy myself some time, I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Lucy was pulling fresh baked cookies out of the over for the kids to have as an after-school snack, and the smell was divine!

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

I kind of hesitated as I looked at the books and reached out to grab one of them. "Have you ever bothered reading these books?" he asked me. "No, not really. I don't want to read books that remind me of how sick I am." I tell him. "But they can be very educational. Like this one, it's a workbook with exercises and some meditation techniques," he said as he pulled out a book and handed it to me. I looked at the cover before handing it back. "No," I answered shortly.

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