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Classics and reference texts and medical journals that probably cost a fortune. She pulled out a book at random. Some dense thing about cardiovascular surgery. Flipped through it without really reading. Put it back. Her hand caught on something behind where the book had been. She reached in and felt paper. Pulled it out. A medical journal. Thin and stapled.This one was folded open to an article about pharmaceutical interventions for wolf suppression.

As I perused the shelves, my eyes landed on a weathered journal, its pages filled with untold stories. I carefully opened the journal, my fingers trembling with anticipation. The pages crackled under my touch, revealing a glimpse into Alexander's life—a life he had chosen to keep hidden, even from me. The words on those pages painted a picture of a complex and enigmatic man, a past fraught with secrets and shadows.

I jotted back a quick thank you. I walked into the living room. The wall opposite the kitchen was entirely shelved with books and journals, old diaries collecting dust. Classics, contemporary… you could read a new book the entire year without repeating. My fingertips grazed over old, embroidered leather covers and brilliantly decorative dust jackets. Here, I could stay in this room forever, lounging below the wide cabin window like a lazy house cat near the heat of the crackling fire. I opened a random book to a dog-eared page which was folded to an entry dated, November 5th.

The accessing had been systematic—she had checked them out in the order that suggested she knew what she was looking for rather than browsing. The dark applications journals: all five of them, checked out within a two-month period. The journals had been returned to the shelf. The content had been copied, presumably, through whatever method she had available during the hours she had the journals in her possession. Pei added, at the end of his message: The journals themselves are still on the shelf. I've reviewed them. They're intact. But they've been read very carefully—there are trace marks in the margins where someone pressed hard while reading. She spent significant time with them.

From a young age, I have always dreamed of writing a book that people all over the world would want to read. I once heard someone say, "If you are a writer and people don’t read your books, then you have written a journal." This quote stuck with me and made me realize that the real goal of writing is to create something that others want to read and enjoy.

They became friends which is the reason for him to be my friend too. Now, I'm here in one of their blue tents. Klirro is also here and he's been doing some retouching with his stylist who likes him. He's just reading and reviewing his script while I already decide to read as well for my next subject. I've already finished reading a few chapters of Clinical Tales, these books were about sacks of documents about strange and fascinating cases that other graduated and professional psychologists already faced. This is the best part of psychology, the book we're reading was actually interesting but sometimes it just really hits me as they called the reading block.