it was a cold a dreary night as the rain pours hard against his study windows. His hand steadily type on the typewriter sat in front of him on his desk. It’s quite in the estate, all he can hear is soft patters on the windows and the clicking on the typewriter. He’s sighs, a littler frustrated that the story he writes isn’t as interesting as he wanted it to be
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