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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hana sat in front of her laptop. The cursor blinked, and she stared at the new page for so long it made her eyes water. The manuscript she had been working on was in that purse those men took from her. Surprisingly, she didn’t miss it. She knew what story she wanted to write next, and her fingers itched to be put to use. This time, she would be smart enough to write into the laptop first. Instead of the arduous process of writing into a note first, then typing it out she had always employed.
Opening the Word document, she gawked at the front page that should hold the title for a few seconds, then typed in one word. Unknown.
A title could come later after the story. Grabbing a notepad, she scribbled down rough details about her characters. That part wasn’t difficult. Kyle’s features were engrained in her memory. She listed down everything from her memory.
His grey eyes. Tiny full-stop birthmark on his jaw. Black hair so soft she miss
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