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Alex
There was no way I was going to admit how anxious I was to hear Josie’s verdict about my writing. I had tossed and turned most of the night. It had been all I could do to keep from texting her around 2:30 a.m. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that she was starting to place a bit of tentative trust in me. I didn’t want to make her regret that by becoming a pushy, needy, and insecure author who craved her approval of my work.
Instead, I did my best to hide my desire for her to praise my prose. I had awoken with the sun––not well-rested, but unable to remain in bed another moment. Since then, I had been busying myself around the house as I anxiously awaited Josie’s arrival. I’d even made blueberry pancakes for breakfast, which Hannah was scarfing down now.
My fingers dr
