Flowers
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Trust is a delicate thing. It can be picked like flowers, but shattered like glass. Zachary has always had a keen, unreasoned interest in the large old house on the end of Farthing Street. He lives across from it and sees it every day from his window. Its mysterious exterior never changes, not even a leaf on the hedge. Yet he stares at it every day as though it has only just appeared from nowhere. He would do the craziest things just to get inside its gates once and meet the owner. And he does. But the owner wasn't what he was expecting. Not at all, and the new development only makes him more fascinated by the place. He is determined to dig into the mind of this mysterious individual. But trust can be shattered like glass.
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Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

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