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... contrast to Ruby’s warm chaos. The place had been a wreck—shattered mugs from my last rage-fuelled outburst, splintered chair legs, broken vases, a half-broken table, and papers strewn like fallen leaves from half-finished stories.
But now, everything gleamed replaced: new ceramic mugs stacked neatly—black, no handles, just like old ones—a sturdy teak chair in the corner, fresh notebooks aligned on shelves bought with my writing earnings. My writing empire—had padded my bank account enou ...
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