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“Cake,” Deacon interjected, springing toward the coffee table. “We got you a cake.” “I also had nothing to do with the cake,” Luke announced, and when I looked at him, he shrugged. “I’m pretty much just here to bear witness to your reaction.” I had no words. “You have no idea what I had to do to get Libby to make this cake. By the way, Libby is one of our awesome cooks in the cafeteria,” Deacon explained. “And I think it’s a really awesome cake.” At that moment, I looked at the cake, really looked at it, and my eyes widened. “Spider-Man?” Josie dipped her chin, unsuccessfully hiding her grin. “You seemed like you’d be into Spider-Man.” I opened my mouth. Yep. No words as I stared at the small, round cake. Libby should go into the cake-making business, I thought, because that was one hell of an accurate representation of Spider-Man, down to the blue tights and webbing.”

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The Power

In this thought-provoking novel, the lives of women are dramatically altered when they discover they can harness electrical power through their own bodies. The story delves into the societal changes and personal transformations that arise from this extraordinary capability, offering a unique perspective on gender dynamics and the potential of human potential. more

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