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Still running, I cone across a double way junction, I groan “You can not be real... Seriously! I'm in no position to think right now!” But out of hastiness, I randomly take the path in my right. I hope its the right path, honestly, if I don't see her, I wouldn't know where else she would be. At the end of the corridor, just at that ninty angle degree, it opens up to another path, my ice blue orbs catches the view of Alexia's back, as he leans helplessly on the edge of a widows pavement -of which its window doors are open- The second I saw her, I felt my heart thum a beat, my grow wide eye, staring at her as I instantly come to a halt.

“Just now. This was the start.” The first review of the memoir appeared in the third week of January. It was online, in a literary magazine that Clara had mentioned as one of the places she’d hoped for — not the most prominent, but serious and respected, with a readership that would understand what the book was trying to do. Clara forwarded it with no message, which was itself a message. Anya read it at her desk on a Tuesday morning.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

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The publication happened quietly, the way she had wanted — no grand launch event, no interview circuit she wasn't ready for, just the book becoming available and finding its way to people. The publisher had understood what they had and had respected Sofia's instinct about how to release it, and the result was that The Returning arrived in the world not with noise but with the particular quiet authority of something that didn't need announcing. The first review appeared online three days after publication. I read it in the kitchen before anyone else was up, my coffee getting cold beside me. The reviewer wrote that it was the most precise account of the experience of coming back they had ever