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[ID: Image 1: An excerpt from the novel which reads,

SURE enough, Harry was home. It just proved that he really had no idea what he wanted, or how to get it. Here he was, a good-looking 22-year-old heir to billions, alone in his apartment on a Saturday night—reading medical journals. Sure, he’d never really been a party boy, but this was dreary even by Harry’s standards.

There are light blue boxes around “alone in his apartment on a Saturday night-reading medical journals” and around “this was dreary even by Harry’s standards.” to indicate their importance.

Image 2: Another excerpt that reads,

“You thinking about medical school?” Peter asked as he took a seat. Harry’s apartment was four times the size of Peter’s and furnished with things people bought in actual stores. Truth be told, though, Peter had a certain fondness for New York’s curbside treasures. The thrill of the hunt and all. Harry shrugged as he poured Peter a glass of flavored seltzer.

“Just considering my options.”

Peter took the glass as Harry sat down across from him. It had to be hard, in its own way. Much of Peter’s life had been dictated by what he felt like he had to do—to use his abilities wisely, to learn as much as he could, to pay the rent, to avoid disappointing the people who cared about him. Perhaps it was paralyzing, having everything handed over on a silver platter.

“Maybe you could look at some med schools in Europe?”

“Maybe,” Harry replied noncommittally. Then he laughed. “Listen, Pete, stop pretending—I know perfectly well why you’re here,” he said. “We’ve been

The rest of the final sentence is cut off and there are blue boxes around “Harry shrugged as he poured Peter a glass of flavored seltzer. ‘Just considering my options.’” and around “’Maybe you could look at some med schools in Europe?’ ‘Maybe,’ Harry replied noncommittally.”