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It was exactly the kind of book a five-year-old would get excited about. I wondered how long Adrian had spent choosing it. My phone buzzed again. Another message from him. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I read the words before answering. “It was a small thing.” His reply came quickly. “Small things matter.” I leaned back against the couch. “Yes,” I said. “They do.” There was a pause before his next message appeared. “Did they smile when they opened it?” “Yes.” Another pause. “I wish I could have seen that.”

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“If they have the best hashbrowns, I’m in.” “Same,” Addy said. “There’s something about good hashbrowns. You never forget them.” “That’s very true,” Brooklyn said. “If it’s the place I’ve read about, all their food is good.” “Did your paper write a review of the place?” Cort asked her. Brooklyn nodded and said, “Brian reviewed it, saying it was good and cheap.” “Then, that sounds like the perfect place to go right now,” Lewis said. “Because I don’t have much money on me, but I’m starving.”

The first review I read was from a literary publication that described the book as unflinching and specific and written with the particular authority of someone who had lived inside the thing she was describing rather than observing it from outside. The second review used the phrase inside view. Not from the methodology. From the book. From the chapter about the Marlowe's dinner and eating the meal alone and going home with every piece of yourself intact. The third review was not a professional review. It was a message in the Aldrich Press reader feedback system, forwarded to me by Patricia. A woman who identified herself only as M. She said she had bought the book on Tuesday. She said she w

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

The way I feel small every single day. She listens. Really listens. When I’m done, tears streaking my cheeks, she pulls me into a hug that smells like lavender and old books. “You are not small,” she whispers. “You are full of fire you haven’t learned to use yet.” She lets me go, walks to a shelf I’ve never noticed before, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and pulls out a small, black leather book. No title. No author. Just worn leather and a brass clasp.

He sent other documents moments later and ordered for them to be submitted the next day. Trust me, I started working on them. During high school, I had read lots of books and amidst my busy schedule, I still joined a book club. We did more of proofreading and book reviews, pointing out errors, and giving good remarks. I thanked myself for doing that because it was helping entirely well. I found my work very interesting and I didn't want to leave it. I was so engrossed that I didn't hear the incessant knocking on my door. "Come in," I said, never taking my eyes off the computer screen.