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The Enviable Demise Of An Unknown Writer

I knew a guy whose work was deteriorating

I said, homie…you have writer’s block, you need to stop

Nah. I’ll never stop, vato. This my livelihood, Dookie.

Well, can you stop making your writing public? It’s kind of messing up your earlier, better work.

Nah homes. You just don’t get it. I have to do this. I’m a pure writer.

I don’t understand the connection.

I know. You don’t get it. I told you, eh.

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