The Fourth Wall

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He drank his coffee three sips at a time. One hand moved the cup back and forth, while the other fidgeted needlessly.

It was quiet, besides the buzzing from his headphones and the sporadic bursts of click-clacking as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

Just a writer writing – introverted, desperate, and deliberate.



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