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I watched her as she expertly logged the books and placed it on the cart by the section it should be placed on. “It’s The Night of the Holy Grail.” August halted in the middle of turning over an old copy of Don Quixote. I knew that would get her attention. In the weeks I’ve known August, there is nothing she loves more than everything classic and medieval. She quickly flickered her eyes on me before returning to her work.

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

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My fingers hover before I click it open. The words flash across the screen: Next time, you’ll beg for it.

Looking at them, surprisedly either didn't say anything. "I love it, it's very beautiful dear," my aunt said. I replied saying"Then you would love the one down my leg " pointing to my right leg, but it couldn't be seen because I'm in legging today. My uncle just shook his head at her gasping expression, We sat down and talked a little while about the party that's going to be at the packhouse this Friday night until then I'm hiding out at my parent's old house for two days since it's empty. I Tell them bye as I'm getting in the car, I'm driving off halfway home shiva says " see I told you that they have missed you shouldn't be so scared to talk to them some time it could help "I signed" I kno

I turn to glance at Ramon and I say sternly, "It's getting late, Mr. Lawrence... You should be on your way before it gets really dark. Don't you think?" I notice the deep frown on Ramon's face when he stands up and says coolly, "You are right, Ms. Clarke." ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ I just tucked Roy in bed. I am typing on my laptop when I see a private message from a reader. hopelessromantic Congrats! I just can't wait for your book to be published! What! How did this reader find out that my book is getting published. Unless...

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Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

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I close my eyes and allow myself to fantasize. I can already picture myself rocking gently in the rocking chair on a breezy afternoon sipping fruit juice and getting sucked into the world of my newly acquired copy of Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 with Chet Baker's Almost Blue playing softly on the turntable in the background while butterflies happily suck nectar from the California poppy flowers outside. The sound of a dog barking from a distance drags me back to reality and I open my eyes. I take in the rest of my surroundings.