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Opening a random page in books and reading the first paragraph cause I'm bored part 3

Some at home did not appreciate my cleverness or abilities. They saw me a s a birdie with a troubled wing that should remain close to the nest. They didn't know the truth. I am quite confident that no one is aware of my ingenuity and objectives. I just might surprise them all, Hannelore. War is full of duty and decision. You know I have made that commitment. Yes, life can be only lonely for the truly exceptional, darling. So I build my own next and feather it with thoughts of you.

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Salt to the Sea

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Opening a random page in books and reading the first paragraph cause I'm bored part 2

For Marco, the moment of the explosion lasts much longer. The heat and the light stretch endlessly as he clings to Celia through the pain. And then she is gone. Nothing remains. No fire. No rain. No ground beneath his feet. His sight begins to shift continuously from shadow to light, darkness replaced by expansive white only to be consumed by darkness again. Never settling.

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The Night Circus

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Opening a random page in books and reading the first paragraph cause I'm bored part 1

Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced wildly around. Something glimmered on the top of the painted chest that faced him. His eye fell on it. He knew what it was. It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going to rise. He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man’s head down on the table and stabbing again and again.

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Picture of Dorian Grey