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you.
What if no one will read my book?
But what if it will be the bestselling?
What if they think I am illed?
What if they think I am rare?
“Ugh! I don't know Tim.”
“Too obvious, Kath. Tim's not here.”
I look up to Grandpa who's now frowning.
“ I'm just talking with myself.”
“It seems important.” He stated as he turned the sign in the door from 'open' to 'closed'.
“I want to write a book..but I don't think people will read it.” I spoke the thought that kept on running in my head.
He pulled the chair in front of me and sat down, looking at the wall. “ You should write for yourself, before others.”
I gazed at him and took a deep breath.
“ When you write, write b
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