"Let's go to club, Anne!", said Leo, her best friend.
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"No, Leo, leave me, I wanna finish my novel, It's almost 2 days I didn't write a bit", Anne replied.
Leo's eager eyes became dull. His super zeal had been lost some where. Anne told, "You go buddy....enjoy!" Leo just noded his head sadly .
"Don't be sad dear, I don't like to spend my precious time in clubs, you should know that I hate it!" Anne shrugged and left.
Leo just sticked out his tongue and rolled his eyes. Little did he know, Anne saw it and giggled.
"Humm, let's start." After dinner, Anne jumped and sat on her bed, with her pen, "Ahh! I forget to bring my notebook, where will I write? On my head...Haha!" She got down and took the notebook which was beside the box - the voice box.
But she didn't understand why she was totally screwed up, wrote and tore pages, not a single ending was liked by her ! And after one hour later, a kind of hill of rolled, twisted pages were seemed beside her bed.
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She failed repeatedly to get any thought of killing the villain -- who was a demon in the story. She couldn't able to find out any single idea to murder him by the protagonist. So, being failed again and again, she became too tired to move. Her eyes felt heavy, she closed her eyes to take a nap. But before going to drown into slumber a masculine tone was heard, "Do fast".
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