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... 'm writing. The novel that I haven't even started.

"I'm working on it. Just give me more time."

Adele, my editor, just sigh on the other side of the phone. She's probably frustrated at me now. It's been a week, and I haven't updated her about the novel I'm working with.

"Ysavel, you should do your best with that because if not, you know what will happen to you, okay? Anyways, I better be get going then. Just call me if you finished it, okay?"

After the call, I jus ...

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