CW: Never a writer.

"Sam looked at Peter, who was constructing a "to-do list," with pity. "You know there's this app that you can download that reads your thoughts and then jots them down for you, right?" Sam asked, opening the App Store."

CW: Arielle

Simon entered the train station with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a hand-made sign in the other. In red, big, bold letters, the text spelled out a female name. Arielle. He looked up at the clock above the tunnel leading down to platform number four and then down at his wrist watch. The first one had just struck 4 o’clock while the latter was two minutes ahead.

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