In order to entertain himself, a writer began to write a story. He had no plot in mind, no characters to follow, but he wanted to keep himself busy and entertained, so he kept on writing. After a while he wanted to stop, but he thought of how his life was when he wasn't writing, which he hated, so he kept on writing. He wrote on some more until he felt hungry, but he remembered how he was full before when he wasn't writing and he had hated what it was like to not be writing, so he didn't stop writing. He felt very thirsty after a while but he remembered how he wasn't thirsty before writing but he wasn't happy either so he continued writing. Until he wasn't hungry any more, he wasn't thirsty, he wasn't tired, he wasn't writing, he wasn't even living.
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