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Claire said. "That's what it's for," Yessica said. Claire looked at the drawing. Added one more detail in the corner — a small square that apparently represented a window. "Done," she said. "It's finished now." At one fifty-eight the knock came. Claire was off the chair before Yessica had stood up. "I'll get it," Claire said, already moving. "Claire—" But Claire had opened the door. Lewis stood on the landing with a book under his arm. Judith Kerr. The Tiger Who Came to Tea — not the baby board version, the proper illustrated one. Theron had chosen correctly.

Hearing the sound from the shower, Karl could not help but imagine things and gulped. He casually picked up Danielle’s book on the nightstand. It was an exercise book, and the first half of the book was almost filled. As Karl flipped through it, he saw her doodles in some corners. A little blue elephant wearing a bow was looking up at a lion. The baby elephant seemed small, whereas the lion was tall and mighty… On the next page, he saw that the lion was trying to give the baby elephant a piece of meat, but the elephant was looking at the bananas on a tree off to the side.

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The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

… That evening, Cliftoon walked into the yard carrying a paper bag. I was sitting at the stone table, peeling the crawfish. Tyler nudged a small dish of dipping sauce toward me. "Try this one first. It's not too spicy." Clifton stopped in his tracks. The air was filled with the aroma of spicy Cajun seafood. He remembered this was my favorite food. It was just that he never once allowed it onto our table. He set the paper bag on the table and said in a strained voice, "Heidi, this is that out-of-print art book you once saw at the foreign language bookstore. I got someone to track it down."

Curiosity spread through the room as everyone gathered around. Daniel carefully opened the first box. Inside were dozens of children’s books. The second contained handwritten bookmarks decorated by students from every class that had participated during the reading week. One by one the volunteers lifted them from the box. “Thank you for reading with me.” “Please visit again.” “My favorite dragon was the grumpy one.” “Books are better when someone reads them out loud.” Emily held up a bookmark covered with bright yellow stars. “This one is beautiful.” Oliver pointed to another.

He dropped the fork, running forward and throwing his entire small body over the stuffed animal. "Mine?" Leo asked, looking up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. "Yeah, buddy. It's yours," I said, kneeling down to help him pull it out of the box. "Clara sent it for you." Matteo walked over, stopping right beside the largest box. He reached down and picked up one of the children's books Julian had pulled out. It was a brightly colored book about a little bear who lost his red balloon. His large, scarred fingers looked ridiculous holding the tiny, thin pages.

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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.

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to know if I can come pick you up now.” “Yes, you can.” “Okay. I'll see you in 10.” “10? Is your–” I wanted to ask if his workplace was near but he had ended the call. I continued browsing through the books noting what I'd like to read the next time I'm here. I know I have found a safe haven here. Packing the books I want to read currently, I dropped them at Claire's table and she bid me goodbye after going through the books and letting me know when I should return them.