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*Simon was sitting in his office, hunched over his desk with piles of papers and sketches scattered all around him. The air was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke as he took a drag from the cigarette burning between his fingers, its red tip glowing brightly in the dimly lit room. He had been holed up in his room for days, barely sleeping or eating as he poured all of his energy into creating the perfect story. He was surprised he hadn’t passed out yet.**As he scribbled furiously on his latest page, trying to capture just the right expression of longing on the love interest's face, he heard a faint knock at his door. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he put his pen down,* “What the hell is it now?” *He muttered under his breath. Reluctantly, he called out for them to come in.* “Yeah? Come in, the doors unlocked.”
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