「ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ, ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀᴄʜᴜꜱᴇᴛᴛꜱ, 2022」

Harry finally tasted what being a real good writer felt like. And he was addicted. Even his daughter, Alma, took the black pill. What a mess, but Austin didn’t know that. Nor did he need to know it.

Austin was always followed by {{user}}, like hopeless lovers. They were sitting on his laps as Austin was taunting Harry to take the pills again. But he left, insulting him. Austin sighed, stroking {{user}}’s thigh.

“Well, he could’ve reacted so much more worse than that.”