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This one will be dedicated to a book’s page 69. I will post one or two sentences from said page.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Someone Like You

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Someone Like You


“Oh.” That is when I looked at the clock, over his head, marking this moment forever. The culmination of all those badminton matches and volleyball serves, of laps run around the gym in circles. This was what I’d been waiting for. “Okay. I’ll be there.”

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Real Real

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Real Real


“What’s there to eat in this kitchen that’s not on my person?” Caitlyn yells over the music, adjusting the Saran Wrap keeping her wild-honey-and-chamomile-tea-soaked hair from falling into her oatmeal-and-yogurt face mask.
“What’s on my person.” I run my finger across my jawline for some mashed banana to offer her.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Painted Dragon

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Painted Dragon


Some more yells were heard, but a few moments later, the two boys emerged, each leading a dog, and looking rather red in the face. Daisy had the remains of what looked like a long white glove in her mouth. Lucky, meanwhile, was dragging a chewed boa behind her, wriggling her little tail in pride and delight.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow


“Did you hear that noise a second ago?” Fairday blurted out.
“What noise, honey? Are you okay?” Mrs. Morrow reached out and lifted Fairday’s chin tenderly.
“I thought I heard… Um, I guess it was nothing.” Fairday shrugged, biting her thumbnail, worried that it was all in her head.
“Are you sure? You seem shaken.”
“Yeah, I ‘m okay.”

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Nancy Parker’s Spooky Speculations

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Nancy Parker’s Spooky Speculations


So since there was no more I could organise I sat down & wrote this Journal. I’m in such a hurry to get this down before Miss D. comes back that my writing looks all…
I just heard another bump!
I swear this time it was underneath me.
I felt the floorboards jump. (I know Mr Oakapple said you must expect old floorboard to creak and pop but this was more.)
Not a creak or a pop.
It was a definite THUMP.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ I Work at a Public Library

Friday’s Page 69 ~ I Work at a Public Library


As I shelved books in the children’s area, I overheard two parents talking as their children played.
Parent 1: Do you ever hide books you’ve read over and over again because you’re so sick of them?
Parent 2: Oh, definitely. When they ask for them, I say the book fairy came to get it. One time they saw one of the books at the library so now they think the librarians are book fairies.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Mistletoe and Murder

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Mistletoe and Murder


I felt a kick, under the table, and looked up to see Daisy widening her eyes at me in excitement. There was something she was aching to say – something to do with detection. But, of course, she had to stay silent. It would have to wait.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ We All Looked Up

Friday’s Page 69 ~ We All Looked Up


“Your friends got hats on already. Speaking of which, any of you touch your hair, your face, your ass, or anything other than a knife or a piece of food, you wash your hands. You’re gonna be washing your hands all the time, starting right now. And use some fucking soap, yeah?”
Felipe waddled off toward the range.
“I like him,” Cartier said.