He bit into it. “You try writing bleak literary fiction, see if that’s who you are now, if you’re capable of being that person”—I rolled my eyes and snatched the last bite of donut from his hand. He went on, unbothered—“and I’ll write a Happily Ever After.”
stealing deep fried dough from your secret lover is so challengers coded
— Jul 03, 2025 12:02PM
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