Whats your story? She asked, wearing her clothes while he dumped himself on bed, exhausted. You are my story. He sighed. And what is your story? he asked back. You will be writing it Mr. writer. She said. He was confused. What does she meant? How can he write her story? He opened his eyes and looked around. There was no one. And then he realized, she was just a character; the one out of his imagination.
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