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I asked before trailing off. “This one. I think it really helps with structuring your thought process and channeling it into the right output. You know, when you’re young and full of ideas it might be a little hard to choose which ones to focus on and how to piece it all together. This one is perfect for teaching you how to do that,” Ace said as his hands reached for a decently thick book and pulled it off the shelf. He turned to me and offered me the book with a warm smile. I looked up into his eyes and I was immediately touched by his kindness.

So after eating breakfast, which a girl bought to me, I was staring at the riddle. After no luck, I tried to match the riddle with my life. 'I am what sometimes bring you joy and sometimes sadness. I am what you consider useless after sometime. But I always leave an impact on you. And this time, im here with a secret. Who am I' What bought me happiness and sadness at the same time? Book. What did I consider useless after sometime? Myself. What leaves an impact on me? Book. Book: 2/3 Myself: 1/3

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Wakely laughed. I looked into Wakely’s eyes. There was nothing nefarious or judgmental in them. She truly just wanted to help. “Okay.” “Okay?” She furrowed her eyebrows at me. “Okay, I’m going to work on being okay with your help with everything. But if at any point you start to feel used, just tell me. I don’t want my girl to feel like that.” My hand went up and brushed a hair away from her face. She smiled at me. “Thank you.”

About whether I had more to say than what the foundation was already providing. "Maybe," I said finally. "After we've been running for two years. After I have more data on what actually helps people. I don't want to just write my story—I want to provide tools that work." "That's exactly why you should write it," Alexander said, smiling. "Because you're not interested in the memoir as therapy. You're interested in practical help. That's what people need."

In life, you need to learn to act wisely and that's how I've determined to be. "Well, welcome!" I'm amazed at his kind attitude, he has been rude and ungrateful during the day. Hope this' not just temporary, I just wish he sticks to this my mission would be very easy. All I want from him is him by my side. If he doesn't I would be forced to execute my mission alone, just like the girl in "When you're alone." She's my role model, my source of inspiration beside myself, Eva and Zoey. I remember the popular cliche which advises everyone seeking to achieve difficult goals to have something to draw motivation especially when discouragements set in. In my case, this book was the greatest source of

"How do you decide who’s worth helping then?” "Simple: I help the ones who can help me back. This world runs on favors, not charity. If they’ve got something to offer—power, influence, or even loyalty—they’re worth my time. If not, they’re a waste of it." "Ha, mutual benefit is it then," I muttered, pretending to think about it. He leaned in, "So, do you want to work with me?" "I'm..." I trailed off, looking back at Giovanni. This wasn't part of the response I was hoping he'd ask! So, I hadn't prepared any mental answers.

“Now, listen to me. Show up at her workplace and bring her some foods. Or whatever she likes. She might probably push you at first, but remember, anything worth having is worth fighting for.” “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” “I’m in the middle of reading a motivational book. It was a quote by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, anyway.”

“Someone else was using it. He finished the section and handed it over. Even told me which part of the online version was outdated so I wouldn’t waste time.” “That was decent of him.” “It was. Practical. No extra conversation. He just gave me the book, pointed out the useful page, and went back to his own work.” I sat on the arm of the couch. “It felt normal. Like I was just another person in the room who needed a book and not someone anyone had to handle carefully.” Mom smiled slightly. “That’s the point of places like that. No one knows your story unless you tell them.” “I think I’m going to keep going,” I said. “Evenings, when I need somewhere that doesn’t ask anything of me. The quiet he