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  Every spring I think of you

  Gustavo Luiz

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  In a world built on secrets, love is a lethal game.Light doesn't just meet shadow—it wages war. And in the crossfire, a forbidden passion explodes with the force of a bomb. This audiobook is a collision course of obsession and raw power, guaranteed to leave you breathless.This is no gentle romance. It's a high-stakes battle of wills, shrouded in suspense and punctuated by shocking twists. Their electrifying connection is the trigger, and with every escalating conflict, the danger mounts. They're locked in a deadly dance, and there's no escape.Will their fire forge a new future, or will it burn everything to the ground? Press play if you dare, but be warned: once you enter this world, there’s no turning back.

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  Songbook - The Lyrics and Music...

  Steven Heighton

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  From the award-winning, multi-genre author and musician Steven Heighton, Songbook brings together Heighton’s lyrics and music for the first time in a single volume, including his final songs, which have never been heard or seen until now. When Steven Heighton died suddenly of cancer in 2022, he was in the middle of an intensely creative period of songwriting. He released his first album of original material, The Devil’s Share, in 2021 and was preparing to record his second album. Known first as a poet, Heighton had always held that “music and poetry are two words for the same thing.”
  		 
  As in his songwriting, in Songbook, Heighton moves fluidly between genres and subjects, from political songs like “The Butcher’s Bill,” about the carelessness of nations sending their youth to war, to reimagining the myth of Orpheus (“I'll hold my breath the whole way down / And find your soul in the undertown”), to blues tunes like “Last Living Woman Alive,” and a tribute to the late John Prine, the “Buddha of Song.” With chords accompanying the lyrics, readers and musicians have the ability to bring the songs to life with their own interpretations. The music in Songbook was the final work of Heighton’s life, and it is not only a gift to have his lyrics and chords but an invitation from Heighton himself, challenging his readers to answer the call and keep singing along.

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  I farted once

  BARAKATH

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  Disgusting methods to poke farting and fun to fellow pedestrians.

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  Mr Darcy and the Girl Next Door...

  Alix James

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  Darcy's got the wealth and wit, but Elizabeth's heart is already spoken for. Cue the romance and shenanigans, because the game of love is about to get serious. 
  **Elizabeth Bennet** 
  It was supposed to be simple: come back to Derbyshire, see childhood friends, maybe fall in love. But that was before I realized George Darcy, the boy I’d set my heart on when I was just thirteen, was engaged to Lady Lucilla. 
  Things I didn't expect this week: 
  1. Realizing I still had feelings for George. (Old habits die hard.) 
  2. Being warned off by his oh-so-serious older brother. (As if I’d listen!) 
  3. Finding myself in the middle of a love square? Love rhombus? Whatever it’s called. 
  4. Being oddly drawn to the older Darcy brother. (His eyes... that's all I’m saying.) 
  5. Being the unintentional wrench in a seemingly perfect engagement. 
  6. Participating in the wittiest banter battles of my life. (With Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, no less.) 
  7. Maybe... just maybe... reconsidering where my heart truly lies. 
  **Fitzwilliam Darcy** 
  I pride myself on being the responsible Darcy. But responsibility gets a tad complicated when Elizabeth Bennet storms back into our lives. 
  This week’s unforeseen complications: 
  1. Trying to keep my wayward brother, George, on the straight and narrow. (Impossible.) 
  2. Watching Elizabeth, with her sparkling eyes and razor-sharp wit, aim for George’s heart. (Torture.) 
  3. Reminding myself I'm trying to keep her away for George’s own good. (A lie I keep telling myself.) 
  4. Finding it increasingly challenging to keep my distance. (Why does she have to be so... captivating?) 
  5. Becoming entangled in a mess of love, loyalty, and longing. 
  6. Wishing, for the first time in my life, that I wasn’t the responsible one. 
  7. Realizing that perhaps it's my heart that's at stake in this unexpected game of romance.

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  The Comedy of Errors

  William Shakespeare

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  The Comedy of Errors is one of Shakespeare's earliest and shortest plays. This comedy utilizes slapstick humor, word play, and mistaken identities to create a series of farcical accidents. Over time, the play's title has become an idiom used to describe "an event or series of events made ridiculous by the number of errors that were made throughout."
  In Ephesus, the law forbids entry to any merchants from Syracuse, and if they are discovered within the city, they must pay a thousand marks or be put to death. Aegeon, an old Syracusian merchant, is arrested and Solinus, the Duke of Ephesus, listens to his story of coming to the city. Long ago, Aegeon was on a sea voyage. Traveling with him was his wife, his twin sons, and their twin slaves. The family becomes separated during a tempest; Aegeon, one son, and one slave were rescued together, and the others were never to be seen again. Years later his son Antipholus and his slave Dromio left to search for their long lost siblings; after the boys didn't return, Aegeon set out to bring his son back home. Moved by this story, the duke allows Aegeon one day to get the money to pay his fine and to find his family.

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  Collision Orbit - The Invisible...

  Clyde Beck

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  Collision Orbit by Clyde Beck - The tiny asteroid with the frightened girl and the wrecked spacer with the grim young man slowly spun closer and closer ... but the real danger came after the crash! 
  There's one good thing about a blowout. You don't need a mechanic to tell you what the trouble is when it happens. This was the first blowout I ever had, but as soon as I heard that explosive pinging whistle and felt the floppy jolting and the terrifying sensation of a vehicle out of control, I knew what was wrong. I reached forward and cut the power. 
  When I leaned back in my seat I was sweating and my stomach was pushing my tonsils around, and not only on account of the sudden switch from one and a half G's to free fall. I was in a jam, and I didn't need a mechanic to tell me that, either. Spaceships don't carry spare drive tubes. 
  Not little wagons like the Aspera, anyway. If you could get a spare inside the hull you would have to leave out the air plant or the groceries or else stay home yourself, and even then there would be no room for the tools to make the change. Retubing is a dock job, and the nearest docks were a million miles away on Phobos and getting farther fast. 
  And besides, you never need a spare. Tubes don't blow in space. Diamondized graphite is tough—you caliper the throat every time you dock, and after a few thousand G-hours you find enough erosion to cut down efficiency to the point where it's a good idea to put in a new liner. 
  I knew all this, but at the same time I knew the main tube had blown. What I didn't know was what I was going to do about it. I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, just in case the stimulating effect of the quabba smoke would give me an inspiration.

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