He won't stop writing; I won't stop reading. But then he stops.
He writes but he says nothing of importance; I accidentally stumble onto something vital and he withdraws.
I don't think he exists anywhere outside my head. At least that's what I think today. If you ask me tomorrow, I may have a different opinion.
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