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Connor sat in front of the typewriter and cracked his knuckles. For so long he had put it off, but today was the day. Today is the day my masterpiece is written. It was strange for Connor, that confidence, but he knew it as surely as he knew the sun would rise.
Fingers resting lightly on the keys, awaiting that first
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