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My writing had caused a serious handicap for me. It was far easier for me to sit back and pound out a story than actually go out and talk to people. I had spent years living this way with literally no friends to call upon, and the few I did encounter I usually regarded with suspicion. All my friends had either betrayed me in some fashion or moved away when I was in school, so I wasn’t too keen to restart the process. I was literally living in a very comfortable shell, and I didn’t want to move.


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