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The editor and his writer?!

000. The writer and his editor.

In a room in a apartment on the third floor in a house by a road a few kilometers apart from the town it led to, a man sat, staring at the single window facing the back of the street just mentioned. 1,425 more words



It’s like I’m unbelievably tired and super bored and really, really cold at the same time.

The winter came and it snowed and now I’m going into dormancy.



Four days till Christmas and I’m unbearably stressed for no good reason at all.