Killing my darlings.
Writing new darlings.
Here's a snippet.
Snip. Snip.
"That's when I knew I loved her, when I realised we were sharing the same reality. People called us delusional, they told us we were hallucinating; a serious case of folie à deux. But we don't care what people think, they are the crazy ones. Not us."
Q.
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