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“What John Steinbeck was trying to convey in Of Mice and Men wasn’t just moral dilemma. He explores themes of human nature and the line between right and wrong and how sometimes it gets blurry. Most people consider it a sad, depressing novel, which it is, but really, it’s more of Steinbeck bravely showing a side of human nature that man often times refuses to see. It’s like when we read Beowulf. Page ninety-six, last few lines of the second paragraph, he writes and I quote; ‘The men raced around the last stall. Their eyes found Curley’s wife in the gloom, they stopped and stood still and looked.’ At this point we can feel the collective grief of the men poring out of the page, we can see the

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

Anthony of course, when he saw me walk in he flashed me a grin, which grew wider as he saw that my seat was right in front of his. I sat stiffly in my desk; one thing that every predator knows is that the next thing worse than being cornered by your enemy was having your enemy behind you. I tried to keep breathing normally and I did put honest effort into listening to what Ms. Carlly was saying, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling of unease. "Okay we're starting a new book today called Of Mice and Men," Ms. Carlly announced.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

--- Country M. The tension in the room was thick as one of the mafia bosses in Country M slammed his hands on his desk upon hearing the unsettling report. He really wanted to catch them and turn them into his, but they just vanished. This will affect his plan greatly. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he turned his gaze towards the person standing before him, his expression a mix of frustration and anger. "All of their and our key operatives have disappeared?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "And no one knows if there are any operatives left in the country."

He came over to me and handed me the book before sitting back by Margarette. I looked at the book that had the book cover Of Mice and Men on it. When I opened the book, I could see that it was really a book about Red Wolves. "This belongs to you now," Charles said "Why didn't you tell me that all Red Wolves were a part of your bloodline?" Sean asked

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.

“I see two men around you,” I said as I pushed my long dark hair back over my shoulders, closed my almond shaped, sapphire blue eyes, and inhaled deeply through my nose. “One is a blue collar worker. He works with chemicals. Tar, I think. I can smell tar. The other is white collar and works around computers in some capacity. The blue collar worker looks to be in his early thirties while the white collar worker looks closer to forty.”

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