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“What am I supposed to reply?” “How would I know! I don’t chat with people online!” Nina waved her hand. Anna scratched her head and said, “Neither do I, I don’t know how to chat! Damn it, just say whatever.” [Anna: What is nothing?] asked Anna. [Charles: Nothing means I’m not doing anything.] replied Charles. [Anna: What do you mean you’re not doing anything?] [Charles: I’m doing… You!] “...” Anna’s hand trembled as she held her phone. “Why is this man so shameless!”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘺𝘮, 𝘳u𝘯, 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 18- 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

"Oh, HELL yeah. Let'em get a good look at..." 'Shut up.'

I spoke the thought that kept on running in my head. He pulled the chair in front of me and sat down, looking at the wall. “ You should write for yourself, before others.” I gazed at him and took a deep breath. “ When you write, write because you want to not because you want others to read you.It should be your escape and not your jail.” he continued and it changed my mood.

And Dorothy, my Dorothy, welcomes them with that quiet grace that has always undone me. I stand back. I don’t intrude. I lean against the wall, hands in my pockets, watching her move, listening to her voice as she starts the session. She tells them that writing isn’t about being perfect, it’s about being honest. That you don’t need to sound smart, you just need to sound like yourself. And as I listen, something tightens in my chest. She’s talking to them, but she’s also talking to me. Every word she says lands in me like it was meant for me too.

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Usually, I'd write. Writing always helps. I grab my laptop on the nightstand and open my manuscript. Read the same sentence once, twice. Six times. Nothing. The cursor blinks, waiting in mockery. After ten minutes, I've written exactly four words and deleted all four. "Ughhhhh! Forget it," I slam the laptop shut. The problem is'nt writer's block, It's Lucien. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. His office, that contract.

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