Outpost - Tavern
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But that’s just, like, your opinion, man.
” she told him, rolling her eyes in his direction. “
Although I do admit, working on it is something that’s more difficult than I had thought it would be. Finding the time is the worst, since the inspiration for it comes at the worst times...that stupidly small amount I have there is multiple months of very on-and-off work. Oh, and Zetael isn’t the main character, and since you only seem to have actually read the prologue I’ll just tell you that it’s the only part of the story, save perhaps the epilogue, that’s from his point of view.
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Holding up a finger, as if to say, ‘I’ll answer your accusation in a second.’ she picked up the cup and took a gulp of whatever was inside. It looked for a minute like she wanted to hold it there and make him wait out of irritation, but that didn’t happen, and she instead placed it down, swallowed, and continued, “
I would like to note, however, that I’m not pretending to be anything, unless me not having actually gotten a single book published due to the inability to actually finish something means that I’m pretending. I am absolutely trying to make a living walking around and writing about what I find inspiration from. You seem to be basing whatever this accusation is on a single fact, and it’s about as flimsy as a plotline I would come up with.
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Taking a breath, she shook her head and kept talking. “
I’ll go over this for my own benefit, since you seem to have convinced yourself this is all my fault. I’m far too calm, right? Well, might I ask what the point of panicking is? Whether or not I start screeching and cowering in the corner won’t change anything about what you think, and there’s no way I can have a civil discussion if I’m having a mental breakdown.
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