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The fifth book is us. Thirty-three years between the two entries. The distance between them was the building. He sat with this. The February fire crackled. The light through the window shifted as a cloud passed — the February sky was never stable, never settled, always moving between brightness and shadow. Don came to the study.

Leonore would like to argue with a quote she read once from Nicholas Sparks' book, The Notebook, which says that dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. She loved that book very much, but she would like to get back with that quote. Because she believed that dusk, is not either but it is neither above or below the horizon. It lies more likely in between, not as a result of either of the primary entities there were as light or dark, but dusk as Leonore believed, bore herself in between. She doesn't need to submit herself to either lightness or darkness. Dusk is the blank canvas of the sky. That's what makes it so beautiful and splendid. Because there i

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|3 years ago| It was a quiet Sunday night. I was busy reading when the door of my room suddenly burst open. Hunter strode inside and plopped down beside me on the bed. "What's up?" He drawled out. "Reading." My respond was short. I returned my attention back to the book I was reading. It was one of my favorites, "Gone with the Wind." "That's nice." He responded casually. Suddenly the book was yanked from my hands.

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“But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chose to bring her with me rather than leave her, especially as it is dangerous for a girl at home alone. But if I go without her to Rashroff, then let her grace give command to tie her with a cord, or she will play pranks.” “I was no better myself,” said Basira. “They gave her a distaff to spin,” said Zastar; “but she danced with it, since she had no one better to dance with. But you are a jovial man. Basira, I should like to have an encounter with Sir Novoveski, for I also am fond of amusement at times.” Meanwhile, before supper was served, the door opened, and Mellehov entered. Sir Novoveski did not notice him at once,

"Yeah. It's kind of boring and I don't see the point of reading books. What are we gonna do reading that?" I shook my head at him. "You're missing a lot in your life. Anyways, my favorite book is Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks." "Hmm," he hummed. "What's your favourite song?" And so we went on talking about random things. We were questioning each other for about half an hour when I finally got bored of it. "I think that's enough," I finally said. "What? We still have an hour left until we get home." "But I don't want to ask any more questions. I am tired," I said, and right on cue a yawn escaped my lips.

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-END OF CHAPTER NINE- A shadowy figure watches from the horizon: “The Guardian thinks she’s won… but the real war begins tomorrow.”