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A book of stories isn't just a book. It's a treasure of smiles and tears, of joy and of sadness. A book of stories isn't just stories. A book of stories is a book of life.
"I stepped closer to him. My breathing was calm; his was fast and unsteady. I studied his face. The scar on his lip, his freckled nose, eyebrows pressed together, and finally his eyes"
"'Take me too."' I looked over at Lili and the last thing I saw was her blue eyes. "
"The leaves fall
And so do I
The wind gives them a sweet gentle call
And as I fall I look to the sky
The leaves fall
And so do I"