My muse is an ungrateful harlot who’s abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

“People get too caught up in what they don't have and get bogged down as a resul…”

“Don't blame us," said my mother. "We didn't blow up half of Court, steal a doze…”

“Is Adrian here?”“Who?”“Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.”She frowned. “Do y…”

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