“Please tell me the truth. Don’t bullshit me—I’m as serious as a heart attack: Is my writing any good?” She sat across from me, blinking. She knew I meant business. I knew she would tell the truth, and I waited.
“Please tell me the truth. Don’t bullshit me—I’m as serious as a heart attack: Is my writing any good?” She sat across from me, blinking. She knew I meant business. I knew she would tell the truth, and I waited.
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