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I made love to her after that and she slept like a baby all through the night. I wouldn't say sex was a cure for her nightmares but it helped and that was enough for me. I'm seriously addicted to her body like an addict is to drugs and I'm not so sure I ever want to stop. "Hey gorgeous." I stride across the room to meet her and bend to kiss her hair. "What are you reading?" "Harry potter." She lifts the book for me to see the cover. "It's so addictive." "Yeah, it is." I agree. "You can see it's a little bit worn out. I read it a lot when I was younger."

Hello, I didn't expect to see you today, didn't You like my books? On the contrary, my words will not be enough to thank you. I completed it and wanted to return it to you quickly. Well, Bella, let me tell you something, and he knew the reason for this hurry, these books are like medicine for us, and medicine cannot be taken all at once but in doses, reading books of this value in such a short time is more like a suicide, exactly like if you took an overdose of medicine. Some Books deserve more time, and you may need to repeat them more than once, and this applies to what you have chosen. I told you earlier, I will not go anywhere until you read it all and understand it.

I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages. Two instant noodle packs. Three Baby Ruth bars. And one shiny, glorious cheese powder sachet. I damn near cried. “You carved out the book?” he asked, incredulous. “Relax. The kids already cried in it. Might as well make it useful.” He stared at me, mouth open. “You made me traffic snacks.” “Technically, literature-enhanced goods.” “You used me.” “Technically, I recruited you.” He paced the cell. “Do you know how much trouble I could’ve gotten into?”

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Now, all I needed was time to amass savings without the burden of additional expenditures. Finally, I felt peace… *** Alex. Growing up in an orphanage taught me the profound lesson of impermanence: nothing truly belonged to me, as everything was shared. Clothes would pass from older to younger siblings and then to even younger ones, embodying a cycle of temporary ownership devoid of exclusivity. Yet, within this environment of communal sharing, I discovered the unique treasure of books. Reading a book allowed me to possess something intangible and exclusively mine: knowledge. This knowledge, once acquired, remained indelibly etched in my mind, a personal wealth that no act of sharing could d

It was just an ordinary day for me—books, books, and more books. For the past four years, books have been my constant companions. But who was I to complain? I loved books. They were like a drug I couldn’t resist. I loved the smell of them; it was addicting.

I am going with the book by the way," Shirley said to Amelia. "Sure you can, I was never into books and i wouldn't start now, a stupid human boy got it for me as a gift, I didn't want to reject it so I wouldn't appear to be rude. "Who in hades get a book for a lady as a gift in this present day? Out of everything to give to me, he got me a book, can you imagine? So he didn't see any jewelry or dress to give to me but a fucking book, do I lolk like a studious type? We met in a goddamn club and not a fucking library, shouldn't that have been enough clue? Thinking about it now is making my blood boil," Amelia said to no one in particular. Shirley nodded her head in disbelief and said to her, "y

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said Dani. “Please. She’d thank me for my service. It’s not easy having to read so many books at a time you know? It’s only been a week since I joined this app and I already have 3 author besties, we talk in their comments section all the time!” I stated, feeling highly impressed with myself. I turned another page. Now the Alpha was crowding the heroine against the tree, saying in a low voice, yep, You smell like destiny. “This is it, guys” I said, pointing at the line, laughing my head off. “Peak literature!"