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He sits at his computer, rubbing his temples. The structure of his book is wrong, all wrong.
He knows it, what he'd had before the meeting was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he'd ever wrote. Then, the execs wanted more, and he gave them more, and it turned out for the worst. He sighed, and thinks to himself that inspiration has to come from somewhere.
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