“Sure. I’d like to see what you’ve written so far.” I replied via text.
“Really? That’s great. I can’t wait until we meet up tomorrow.” She gushed through those texts.
I wondered what she would come up with. I remembered her talking about short stories and working on a novel.
That’s good for her. I couldn’t write a book to save my life.
Ah, well. We’ll see what happens.
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