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“Wait," I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. "Where are you going?" "To read?" But I don't want you to. "But I need to go home," I said, my eyes meeting his. "My parents are going to kill me." "Taken care of. You're at Sophie's house." I loved Sophie. "So I'm...staying here?" "Daniel's covering for you." I loved Daniel. "Where's Katie?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Eliza's house." I loved Eliza. "And your parents?" I asked. "Some charity thing." I loved charity. "So why are you going to read when I'm right here?”

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Book:The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
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“For a brief, desperate moment, she wished she could begin anew, that her memories were as locked away as her brother’s. Because she had secretly loved the Duke of Montrose for as long as she could remember. Loving him did not mean she was going to allow herself to become his next victim, however. The duke collected hearts. He was reckless and wild, broken and jaded and cruel. He was driven by demons only he could see. And she had no wish to fall headlong into his darkness.”

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Book:Duke of Debauchery
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“Some things find their way back to you. Others, you find your way towards them, no matter what road you take. All roads lead to home. Other things become threads of your story, weaving through the texture of your life, adding drops of colour and song. Find your way back to the root of innocence, allow yourself to fall in love, embody the purity of a child, the curiosity and wonder at the potentiality of what you could find if only you were brave enough.”

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Author:Paraschiva Florescu
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“The Eagle Cries Sunshine turn to darkness oceans away with sadness, all we can do is pray many lost from blood stain hands Dear Lord, please save their bitter souls We imagine the pain of the humble still, it doesn’t measure their hurt Dear Lord, so many people cry lost lives and buildings burnt. Many miles up in the clouds an Eagle flies in the sky trying her best not to cry still a tear rolls down her face. As she makes her way to you how can man be so cruel? never taught the golden rule to Love we have everything.”

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Author:Ron Baratono
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