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Writing. (Yes, really)Though.. the Muse is still staring at me in a most annoyed manner, wagging his finger now and then when I reach for my drawing tablet.He's giving me a hard time, what flows from my pen is.. hardly read-worthy, but at least I'm writing again.
Kudos! At least your writing. I have Microsoft Word opened, with only half of a sentence formed. My muse is sitting on the couch, laughing at me. •scrunches her nose.•
‘I wonder if hearts can explode from beating too hard?’ Fletcher thought to himself, as he ran.
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