The play lasted for three hours. It was still early when they came out of the theater. Damon was holding Celeste's hand in his coat pocket. "Let's walk around for a while before we head back." Celeste was still immersed in the play. Obediently, she let him hold her hand as they wandered around. There was a huge bookstore near Urban Haven. After heading inside, Damon picked out a few thick and boring books that were related to design for Celeste. "Is there anything else that you want?" "Poetry books. I like Edgar Poe, William Blake, and Pablo Neruda," Celeste said suddenly. Perhaps it was because they had just watched a play, Damon felt she was being a little emotional today. Damon's heart fluttered seeing some emotion on her typically cold self. "In the past, I loved reading poetry for the sake of fortune-telling." Celeste grabbed a book by Neruda from the rack and casually flipped through the pages. "Fortune-telling?" "Yeah. When I wanted to find an answer to a quest
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