I was typing away, in my office. It was quiet and peaceful. Being a writer was nice, but I was hitting a stump, I couldn’t writes good story. Not to mention my company merging with yours, causing me anxiety. So I thought of writing my own life, but just in different characters, instead of my perspective. But my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I sigh, frustrated. Come in.
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