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"How did you know my address?" "The Notebook." Agatha dodged the question. "Where's the notebook? I know there's significant information that the notebook held. " "Follow me." Kathy responded as she walked to her bedroom, while Agatha silently followed her. She quickly grabbed the notebook she'd stashed beneath her bed and handed it to her.Agatha quickly grabbed it and silently read the first journal out loud. As soon as she finished reading the first entry, she closed the notebook and handed it back. "I knew it." Agatha commented under her breath. "He wants to take revenge on our father. I can't blame him though. "

“Cassiel, what is that you are scribbling? Is it detailed class notes on Dryden?" “It’s your name, of course. You should look at this.” He quickly took up his notebook and flung it up in the air for me to view. He retrieved it immediately. "What do you think?" “Well, that was fast.” I was speechless. "Your penmanship is beautiful."

Sent by me of course. Your movie will forever have a hold on me, Nicholas Sparks. Allie and Noah are such a beautiful couple! Sent by Rachael. The Notebook... outstanding. The way your able to even come up with something such as that is just absurd to me. Sent by Serene. Then we went in for the hate messages. You have to be the most delusional person I know to make a movie as sad as this was! Sent by me. You had a choice to end a off the movie happy and loving but decided to end it brutally! You are sick in the head. Sent by Rachael.

She pulled the weathered black notebook into the exact center of the morning light. The cardboard cover was scuffed at the corners, the edges frayed from the damp weeks she had spent hiding it inside the lining of her coat while relegated to the secondary quarters. This wasn't a sleek piece of aluminum hardware synced to a corporate cloud. It carried no network cards. It had no biometric bypasses that a machine-learning script could mimic or manipulate. It was a completely analog fortress of raw truth.

Julian's POV She gave me the fourth notebook on a Tuesday. Left it with the doorman in an envelope with my name on it, no note inside. Just the notebook. Dark blue cover, softer than the green one, edges worn from being carried around. I read it in one sitting.

“All of it. Tonight.” She nodded. She reached across the table and took it from him. Her fingers brushed his hand as she did. Brief. Unplanned. Neither of them moved for a half second longer than was necessary. Then she opened the notebook and began to work. Elliot watched her for exactly three seconds. The focused downward angle of her head. The way she read the way she did everything, completely, without reservation, giving the thing in front of her the full weight of her attention. He looked away.

I know that Shiloh is starting to take action as he was so in range when the last time they attacked the Cravens manor. Well, I know that Shiloh wouldn't care about the attack if they didn't muddle his garden of roses. I picked up the notebook that is placed above the shelves. It looks like this one has been serving its purpose for a long time. I opened it and I can't understand the words that are written in this notebook. There are sketches and explanations, a scientific explanation to be precise and I know that this one is all about the experimentation that they are doing right now. It looks like they are planning this for a long time. One word to describe these people, cruel. They are all

It seems to be something quite important to her. “Yay! Here it is!!! I finally found it.” Anna took a notebook with a black cover. The outside was covered with a leather cloth, and although the edge of the cover was worn but visible, this notebook was very well preserved. Flipping the first few pages, Anna happily read the contents of the notebook written by hand. At a glance, all seemed to be formulas and some sample solutions for math. Anna put the old notebook on the table, took the pink paper that had been straightened, and read the topic on it again.

"It's fine. Open it and see. It's nothing expensive. I just think it's important—very important—to both of us." Calla opened the box hesitantly. As expected, there was no jewelry or watch—nothing valuable—inside. It was a small notebook. She held the notebook with trembling hands and slowly opened it. The pages were filled with neatly written words that repeated over and over again—'It's okay'. Page after page, it was the same words. The entire notebook was filled with them. The handwriting was not only neat, almost like it had been printed, but even the spacing was perfectly consistent. It was hard to believe this had been written by hand.

And still I barely look passable when he looked like that. Not. Fair. "Well." I stirred the mug, diverting my gaze to the view in front again. "It didn't take you long after Taylor put that stupid movie." Rubbing his eyes, Nate gave me a taunting smirk. "Aren't you girls supposed to love the Notebook?" I snorted. "Once you've seen it every Friday for the last couple years you kinda grow tired of it." "Damn." "Yep. We even have noted down which minutes are the ones that broke her apart, so we had the paper towels ready."