"I am literally so happy I wrote my novel," she exclaimed, hugging her shoulders and sipping the thirty-first cup out of her daily forty-cup caffeine intake. She grinned.

"A human soul," he mused, gracefully holding his cup of tea by a pinky finger, "can derive lots of love from family, friends, or one another. But to find love in creation, whether it is one's own or in possession of another everlasting force, is a difficult but valuable find.

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15th October, 2021.