My own brother talks me down. He tells me that I'm wasting time, and I'll never finish my novel. And that it's horrible anyway. Catch is, he hasn't even read two pages!
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
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