“What do you
do?” she asked.
“Write,” he
said.
“What makes
a writer?” she asked.
“Obsession,
Pain, Empathy, Blood,” he said.
“Anything
else?” she asked.
“Fear, Love,
Hate,” he said.
“Is it worth
it?” she asked.
“Yes. No.”
He said.
“Is there
anything that can stop you from writing?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“What?” she
asked.
“Death,” he
said.
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