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JanedoewritingsHey guys, I just wanted to address something! While I might not write every technical detail about arrests, bails, and interrogations in the story, please know that these events are happening behind the scenes. If I were to explain every single procedure, it would take away valuable time and focus from the characters, which is the heart of the story. I try to balance the narrative between realism and storytelling. Thank you for sticking with me and for your thoughtful feedback—I love hearing your thoughts! Much love, XOXO 💋
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