<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Chloe</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">They don’t see it! The glow! Mikey’s hug is brotherly and conciliatory. I reach for the edge of the page with one finger.</span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1011/7r5ozj4tcoznxhyzg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Oh my look! It changed! To English! The book I mean! Do you see it guys?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Oh my goddess! I can’t speak. I touch the page. ‘Your Power’ written by someone by my own given name yet called the younger and then I remember from my childhood.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Grand-mama told me that that Great-grand-mama’s name was Chloe too and she was called the Elder even when she was young! This book is real magic!”</span></span>