I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abyssal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should."
- Benedict Smith.
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Through The Window
Vittori was born into blood and raised on loyalty. As the daughter of a feared crime lord, she spent her life...
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Because I can't keep my mind on one thing for too long.