The Words tells a story about a writer. But in fact, it tells a story about almost all of us. If there is a shortcut to success, without you needing to pay the price, will you take it? Will you be robbing yourself of the chance to explore of the person who you can become?

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For the first time in 20 years, I feel like a little girl who’s been told that fairies don’t exist. I feel like a child waiting anxiously till midnight, only to find out that Santa, his elfs, and his shack in North Pole are not real. I feel like a boy who’s been told that he can’t put on his red coat, fly across the city, and defeat the bad guys.

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She sat there in front of me, a latte on the side. She didn’t want to look me in the eyes.

She sipped her coffee quietly, looking outside the window. Something was troubling her mind, I could see that. She looked around, to the left, and to the right, and suddenly, her face changed. She remembered something, something unpleasant, I suppose.

And she wiped a tear under her right eye.

She kept on looking out of the window, deep in thought, and was surprised when the waitress brought her ordered sandwich to the table.

She forced a smile, and said an inaudible thank you. She began to eat her sandwich, quietly, still with a sad look, a downcast eye, and a deep thought.

What was it?

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