“When is this going to be done?”
I don’t know. It will be done when it is done. I can only edit so fast. You do stupid things sometimes that don’t make sense. Someone has to write it so other people can understand. They can’t read our minds, you know.
“I’m sick of waiting around. People want to know what happened to me, to Blaze, to Gabe…”
Ugh, I get it. I told you, I’m going as fast as I can! I’ve been editing straight for hours now. I’m almost done.
“I know you’re avoiding a few sections. When will you do those? They’re important.”
Yeah, yeah. Saving the hardest for last.
“That’s totally something I would do.”
Well, we’re the same person so that makes sense, doesn’t it?
“Why are you so mean to me in this book? Seriously, why did you—”
STFU. Don’t spoil it for everyone!
“Okay…But you can still answer the first question. You’re mean to everyone. Especially to me. Why do I get the raw end of the deal?”
Cyrus, you can’t have everything you want how you want it. You went twenty-six years without doubting yourself. It’s the zombie-freaking-apocalypse, and in real life the ZPoc does stuff to a guy.
“True. It does. I’m still upset about chapter—”
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