Today I am a journalist. On my A4 sits Miriam, my main character. I really want the last paragraph of the story that is not successful. Action figures - all wooden!
Miriam pulls up the narrow shoulders, her ice-blue eyes, hanging on my pen. Pale she is.
Miriam pushes around, do not know how to start. I ask patiently and then gushes out just what it holds so by Niccolò.
Bingo! Now I can write to the end.
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