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Joy is not made to be a crumb

I’m currently in Starbucks and I’m meant to be writing. I mean, this is me writing. But I’m meant to be writing my novel. I’ve written some, but not enough. And there’s only really f•cking and fighting left to write

That’s what she said. (But not in this book cos it’s gay.)

I always get like this towards the end of a novel. I’d like to say it’s because …