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    DATE : May 08 2011 17:05
    TO: Georgia Harrison
     
    Georgia,
    The book has your name, address, email and phone number contact in it.
    IT IS YOUR BOOK! You need to claim it before I use it as fuel for the fire.  I hate books!
    Cohen - #thefireisburningbarely.
    Send….
     
    FROM:  Georgia Harrison
    SUBJECT: Your Book!
    DATE : May 08 2011 17:13
    TO: Cohen
     
    Dear, Dear Cohen,
    I have not lost, misplaced, deserted, thrown out or ditched a book.  Feel free to use it as fuel for the fire.
    Georgia
     
    FROM:  Cohen Darcy
    SUBJECT: Your Book!
    DATE: May 08 201 1 17:17
    TO: Georgia
     
     
    Dear, Dear Georgia,
    Your wish is my command.  I wil l begin destruction of YOUR BOOK in exactly 60 minutes and counting.  The fire is hungry!
    Cohen – #temporarykeeperofYOURBOOK!
    Send…..
     
    End of communication. 
    Yay! I had permission to cast the bloody book into the violent bowels of the raging fire, to be eradicated, all evidence of its existence obliterated.  Soon it will be burn baby burn! I smiled a lopsided smile. The book problem was about to be solved.
    As I bided my time, I absent mindedly flicked through the pages of the bloody book.  What a stupid book, empty pages with writing indentations into it.  Whoever would write in such a manner? How utterly absurd!
    I angled the book towards the flickering flames of the fire.  If I held it on a certain angle I could actually read the inkless words in a sort of fashion.
    To my surprise, it was a diary of sorts. For goodness sake, the childish expression of schoolgirl ranting and raving, she said this, she said that, and he DID WHAT?
    I leaned forward to concentrate in a focused manner on the inkless text, and continued to read.  It was very personal.  I snapped the book closed.  I had no business reading the personal diary of Georgia Harrison. But oh she wrote with such intricate details.  It was quite intoxicating, addictive.
    I closed my eyes and shook my head. 
    This is not my book.
    I hate books.
    I don’t do books.
    I looked at my watch.  It was well past the allotted sixty minutes that I had given Georgia to claim her book.  Obviously she didn’t want it.
    I flicked through the pages again, and then tossed it into the not so raging fire. It started to crackle and spit embers as the ping of the laptop caught my attention.
    I opened up emails.
     
    FROM: Georgia Harrison
    SUBJECT:  Your Book!
    DATE: May 08 201 1 18:30
    TO:  Cohen Darcy
     
    Hello Cohen,
    Please don’t burn the book.  YES IT IS MINE!
    Georgia.
     
    My eyes widened in panic.  I had already tossed it into the fire.  I raced over to the hearth and fished the book out with the fire tongs.  The book was b lackened, damaged and alight on the edges. I quickly dropped it onto the slate and stamped on it with my shoe.  Smoke rose to the ceiling, and the book looked like it had been exposed to the violent flames of a fire wielding dragon.
    Oh well, at least it was n’t burnt to cinders!  I returned to the laptop.
     
    FROM: Cohen Darcy
    SUBJECT: Your Book!
    DATE: May 08 2011 18:40
    TO:  Georgia Harrison
     
    Hi George,
    I still have it.  Where can I send it to?
    Cohen – #thekeeperofYOURBOOK!
    Send….
     
    FROM: Georgia Harrison
    SUBJECT : Your Book!
    DATE: May 08 201 1 18:43
    To: Cohen Darcy
     
    Hi Cohen,
    Meet me at Café Ooooh Laaa La   at 3pm.  And don’t call me George!
    Georgia -#I’mgladthatyoudidn’tfeedmybookto thefireofdoomx
     
    FROM: Cohen Darcy
    SUBJECT:   Your Book!
    DATE: May 08 201 1 18:47
    To: Georgia Harrison
     
    Apologies George.
    What do you look like?  How will I know that it is you?
    From Cohen  #iamstillthekeeperofyourbook!
    Send….
     
    There was no reply. 
    And now there was a nother complication with the bloody book! 
    I had to meet a girl to get rid of it.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    My personal taxi was waiting for me as I expected.  I climbed in to hear a personal welcome.  Personally, I didn’t care for any of these