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Jul. 7th, 2025 03:28 pmHe hit the space bar twice and typed.
THE END
He looked at those two words for quite a long time. He looked at the pile of manuscript between his laptop and his printer; with the work of this final session added, it would come in at just under three hundred pages.
I did it. Maybe it will be published and maybe it won’t, maybe I’ll do another and maybe I won’t, it doesn’t matter. I did it.
He put his hands over his face.
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