He was eighteen, for god's sake. And so he had to read materials an eighteen year old would be caught reading. No, nothing pornographic, religious or political. But fiction would definitely be cut down and Enid Blyton a thing of the past.
With the two RM50 MPH vouchers he was given for winning the German Spelling Bee - where he only had to spell three words: Chipkarte (mircrochip), Forschungsgemeinschaft (research team) and Nationalsozialismus (national socialism) - he wasted no time and made a beeline for Subang Parade, whose MPH was commendably sized. And yes, Germans always freakin' glue their words together like that. It bloody annoyed him sometimes.
After a few dizzyingly long hours of circling the shop, he finally queued up at the counter with two books in his arms: The Time Paradox and The Black Swan. Without warning, the lights in the entire mall blacked out and he was suddenly tempted by the idea, "Should I walk out with the books under my shirt?"
Needless to say, his heart was too pure. He ended up waiting for his turn to pay and walked out of the parade a guilt-free, RM24.85-less man. (The books were more than 100, dang.)
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I'm so glad we got to hang out together again as a family today. When the lights went off at MPH, I was sooo tempted to just grab a random book and sneak out at once, but no--God is watching us.
Good books u bought there, by the way. :)
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