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When she didn't continue, he shrugged. Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
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I don't read reviews or take any feedback from anyone. Here's the thing: The stories don't even care what I think about them. They don't listen to anybody! My job is simply to describe what I'm shown in my head so that folks who read the books get an idea of what I'm seeing. As long as that happens, I'm doing my job as best I can.
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