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It's such a nice feeling when you can't think how to continue a story, and you have just about decided that it's no good and you may as well throw it into the recycling bin, real or digital, and you read through it to see if there's any possible way to salvage the damn thing and find yourself really interested, laughing at the jokes and smiling at the sweet moments you forgot you wrote.



Of course, there are also the parts you skim past because you hate them so much you can't bear to reread them....