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"Nora, stop it!" Wesley yelled, bounding down the baserab her, but she slipped through his hands and hit her punching bag even harder

She pulled back, ready for one more punch, but Wesley stood in front of her

"Get out ofsweat off her forehead It rained off her, down her bare arh

"Nora," Wesley said, taking her by the wrists She struggled a little but he wouldn’t let her go "You’re out of yourto hurt your hands"

"I don’t care"

"Yes, you do You don’t even have gloves on You’re going to hurt yourself and you’re not going to be able to write for a week"

Nora pulled away from him

"It doesn’t matter any’s off Some jackass at Royal knew aboutthe words "He was, to say the least, unhappy"

"He called off the contract?" Wesley asked, looking shaken to the core

"Yeah It’s dead He’s done with me and the book"

Wesley shook his head "He can’t do that I’ll call hihed coldly "Not even you could sweet-talk him, kid He said it’s over He meant it"

"There are other editors"

Nora shook her head "Zach knew my book better than I know it I can’t finish it without hiotten five books published already"

"Gutter stories fro her hand wraps "And now it’s back to the gutter"

"They were good stories You know I don’t like stuff like that and even I enjoyed reading them You don’t need Zach or ood writer, Nora You’re my favorite writer"

"Your favorite writer," she said and laughed She took a long, slow breath "Too bad I’m now a retired writer"

Wesley’s eyes widened in terror

"Nora…don’t"

"I don’t knohy I even thought about quitting the ga than I did on my first and second books combined"