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“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to know if I can come pick you up now.” “Yes, you can.” “Okay. I'll see you in 10.” “10? Is your–” I wanted to ask if his workplace was near but he had ended the call. I continued browsing through the books noting what I'd like to read the next time I'm here. I know I have found a safe haven here. Packing the books I want to read currently, I dropped them at Claire's table and she bid me goodbye after going through the books and letting me know when I should return them.

“Actually... we can order them on A****n, but the person who wrote them has a store in Edmonton and sells the books there.” “Oh? I have some people in Edmonton right now, I can get them to stop in and pick them up, if you’d like.” “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them.” “You said it was a store front? Like a bakery store front?”

“If there’s enough time, then I’ll just have my hair cut..” “Sure.. Sure.. Here’s a brochure.. In case you’d like something else done.” “Great! Thanks..” Keenan and Dawn made their way to the National Bookstore. The store wasn’t too big so they would still be able to find each other. They went their separate ways as they looked for books they were interested in. Dawn went to look for reviewers and textbooks. She also looked at novels that she wasn’t able to read in the past. She decided to buy a few, thinking it will help her gain some inspiration in case she would have a mental block.

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"They're opening classes today. I want to send more readers." He picked up the phone on the nightstand and muttered, "Then let's find a way." --- 7:08 AM – Ferrer Foundation, Archive Hall The smell of used paper and donated books blended with the fresh smell of newly wrapped plastic. Volunteers organized stacks by age. Elira placed a Grade 3 reader into the hands of a teacher-turned-coordinator, who smiled with exhaustion that issued from days of movement, not defeat. Caelan came in from the back storage, a heavy binder clutched in her hand. "New inventory lists arrived. Someone donated a complete set of Banahaw mythology prints."

“Ben! Nice to see you.” He pauses for a fraction when he sees Perrin behind me and bows his head. “Good afternoon, Alpha Select.” “Please, call me Perrin. We’ve been through all of this.” Ben turns politely to me. “What can I do for you?” “A donation,” I say, gesturing towards the boxes at Perrin’s feet. “My mother has sent a good portion of books that aren’t mine and she doesn’t want them back. Would it be too much to make an unofficial donation?”

“What kind of books would you stock?” “Everything,” I said, warming to the topic. “Fiction, nonfiction, poetry, graphic novels. I’d have a kids’ section with beanbags and toys. A classics corner for the purists. And I’d rotate in local authors, give them space to do readings and signings.” “Would you do events?” “Definitely. Book clubs, author talks, writing workshops. Maybe even open mic nights for people to share their own work.” Grayson smiled. “I’d come to every single one.”

“The conventions I attend are usually so dull compared to all this.” “This is relatively small. You should see the BookExpo America at the Jacob Javits Center in New York City. That one is about three times the size, but for your debut, I believe this event is perfect. You’ll have a better opportunity to talk to people who are interested in your book and not just looking for freebies.”

I say, puffing out a sigh of relief. “Did you miss the part where I said you need money to buy it?” Jane retorts, spoiling my mood. “You’re broke in this prison, Don’s daughter.” “The Don’s daughter is never really broke,” I retort. After thirty minutes of walking around the hall, we leave for the canteen, which indeed has everything, I couldn’t be happier. We spend another hour browsing the canteen, then we move to a place they call the prison library. Jane spend thirty minutes showing me around, and I spend another thirty minutes trying to search for a BL novel. I didn’t find one. The only books are motivational and a few on growing flowers. What the fuck do I do with that? Plant roses in

He shrugged. "Maybe you could donate it? There are lots of charities that would take never used items." "I think...I would want Allie to do that." "That makes sense, but everything else? Maybe organize a charity event? Raffle? I don't know. There has to be something so you don't completely lose the value." "Maybe." "You should talk to Bunny. The city council canceled the fall festival. She might have ideas." "That's not a bad idea."