A person might as well not write a book at all, if theres no one around to read it. He grimaced against the thick, grinding pain, and after a while it began to subside. Paul made a wounded, baffled noise, lowered his hand, and then leaned back, panting. A person might as well not write a book at all, if theres no one around to read it.
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