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“No, it’s me. I’m being foolish. Of course you can—” “No,” she cried. I mean, it was incredibly touching that he was willing. But it was the last thing she wanted now that she understood what she’d actually been asking. “I mean, sheesh. Paper books? Who reads those anymore? I bet I could pick this up for 99p as an epub.” He gave a slight shaken laugh. She grabbed her phone and googled. “Well, okay, $11.99 if I pretend I’m American.” “Cole, I don’t mind.”

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He wasn’t sure what he was going to watch since he didn’t watch TV that often. **** Beverly was at The N.Y. offices catching up on her email. The N.Y. was a two-year-old news website that put out a hard copy magazine every month. Some people called it a gossip rag. Whatever it was The N.Y. was the most popular online site in New York. The N.Y. was popular for not holding punches and printing anything about anybody newsworthy. Beverly had just made full-time employment. The pay was better than being a temp all over the city, but she still had to watch her pennies. New York was not a cheap city to live in.

The New York Times feature published on a Sunday in November. I read it at the kitchen counter in the Capitol Hill apartment at seven in the morning with Eleanor in the carrier against my chest and Julian beside me with his coffee and the Washington November morning outside the window doing what November mornings did which was arrive cold and clear and entirely without apology for what the year had cost to produce them. The feature ran to four thousand words.

Hazel was puzzled. Joshua explained to her in a low voice, “The school magazine from our school is actually a book that gathers frontline news regarding science, technology, economy, excreta, which is practical and professional. It is issued once a year within the school and always has been a good seller.” Hazel nodded her head. Vanessa was irritated when she saw Joshua and Hazel were whispering. She smiled and asked, "Is the electronic version too cheap?” “Not that cheap,” Professor Watson explained, “the price of the printed version is the same as before, 88 dollars each. As for the electronic version, I priced it at 55 dollars. I originally thought that their prices were not much differen

If this so-called prince thinks I’m going to be his pet he’s wrong…so fucking wrong. I’m no one’s pet. Not his, not anybody’s. “Will this be it?” The tall woman with blonde hair asks. I nod. “That will be 85 dollars and 54 cents,” I bit my tongue. Damn it Lily you can’t be spending so much on books. But this is the last time I will buy them for a while. Four should last me for a bit……maybe. I reached into my purse to grab my wallet when an old hand put his card down.