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Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

Pointing with pride to the futuristic building, he said, "Why should I be upset with Phoenix when I'm busy working on this?" As his taxi headed down Fifth Avenue toward his hotel, he got Clearer about the book. The book was going to be about living life to enjoy life. It was going to be about playing the game of Life to win rather than living a life of avoiding loss. Instead of living Below one's means, not enjoying the Cappuccino, the book was to be about living life beyond one's wildest dreams, he thought. As the cab man approached his hotel, he reflected back to the question a reporter had asked him at the start of the year: "Have you set your goals for this year?"

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

And they were right, whoever it was, because I hadn't given any real thought to Sicily in the hours since she'd been back except for a short window of time earlier while sitting at my desk. Not only that, but I don't seem to have the same drive I had even a day before. Like I'd told Pop, I wanna live, I want to have many more days and nights with my little family, and that need has overridden the other. Now I have to think of ways to get rid of Ricci without getting my hands dirty, which might take some time. The fact that Pop and his new friends have him stashed away somewhere might add to my troubles as well. I left them on the bed and went over to the computer. Instead of checking the ale

They were each other's strength and support. Year one, The First Spark, is completed and checked off! Next up is year two: The Second Symphony. A year to grow as individuals, as well as a year to tend to the growing bonds between people. Join Dillon and Tony as they set off on the wild ride called life. It will be a year of laughs, tears of joy, as well as demons and fears. It matters not what that year had in store for them. They'd get through it regardless. Gold isn't scrapped like iron. No, they would be fine because they were hopeful, and because they had faith in what they'd found.

I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself. So, I asked her, "Vivian, would you have any regrets if I died?" In truth, I didn't want to know the answer. No matter what the answers were, they no longer mattered to me. So, before she could speak, I calmly said, "I've set you all free the day I gave up Nancy. Now that I almost died, I want even less to do with you." Perhaps Vivian hadn't expected me to say that, so she was speechless for a long time. Only after a long while did she say, "You'd better mean that."

I was not interested in reading any damn book but I didn't want to subject myself to masturbating to the thoughts of Winter. The only way I can block the thoughts away and actually focus is if I decide that I need to focus and well, I need that more than anything. I picked up the book on how to use every resource including humans and flipped the pages. "Here you go," I mouthed when I found the place I stopped the last time. I continued reading the book and before I could keep track of time, I was far into the book. I was already so engrossed in the book and only realized it was ten in the evening when Earl informed me of the fact.

On the inside front cover of the recipe book manuscript. Elijah read it. These are the tastes of a life that was worth it. He put the manuscript down. He sat at the kitchen table. He thought about the line. He thought about each word individually—these and are and the and tastes and of and a and life and that and was and worth and it—and then he thought about them together, the way they accumulated into something larger than the sum of their parts. These are the tastes. Not this is the food or these are the recipes. These are the tastes—the sensory experience of a life, the things that had been eaten and savored and remembered. The tastes of a life, not the events or the achievements or the

With what little savings I left, I opened a small bookstore not far from home and named it "Homecoming." I no longer pursued worldly success or longed for passionate romance. Every day I lived a simple life: tending flowers, reading books, and cooking meals for Mom. When the weather was nice, I would push Mom's wheelchair to the beach and watch the sunrise and sunset. After experiencing such tremendous turmoil and pain, I finally found inner peace again. Several years later, I received a letter from Felix. The letter said that the elementary school and library in the town changed many children's lives. Every year, students got into top universities, left the small town, and went out into the