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\f0\fs50 \cf0 My Spirit of Inspiration\
By Invid Fan\
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	"I wouldn't say that."\
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	I ignored her voice. The words on the screen scrolled by as I went over the new story. I always reread what I had of the current chapter, before adding to it. Sometimes I would get so caught up making changes, I was no longer in the mood to write by the time I reached where I had left off. Very dedicated to this craft, am I.\
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	I paused the scroll, silently reading another section of dialog.\
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	"Or that," she added. I sat back, sighing.\
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	"It's not you."\
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	"Yes, it is."\
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	"No, it is not. All the women aren't you."\
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	"No..." she said, "but THAT one is!"\
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	I took another look at the character in my mind. Was it her? I never used her name, naturally, apart from that one story. And, I had only used her three times. Always in a special story, never just tossed in with regular characters. Was this her?\
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	I let my shoulders sag.\
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	"OK, it's you."\
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	"Told you." I felt her smile behind me. "And, I wouldn't say that." The story scrolled. "Or that. Or do that." The words paused. I felt her face against mine. "I would do that, though."\
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	"We did. Remember? That time..."\
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	"I remember."\
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	Her words were soft, flowing through my mind like a dream. The scene filled my mind. The two of us on my king sized bed. Her body...\
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	"You haven't found someone else." Her words weren't accusing. They were sad. I closed my eyes.\
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	"I kept wanting them to be like you. That wasn't fair to them."\
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	"I wasn't that good..."\
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	"You were what I wanted. What I needed."\
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	She was silent. I scrolled back in the text. I knew what I had to do.\
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	"You're right," I said. "This is you, and it shouldn't be. Not given where the story will be going. I promised myself I wouldn't do that to you."\
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	"Thank you." I could almost feel the breath of her words. I began highlighting large chunks to text. I could delete most of it, start again... "But," she said, "could you write that fantasy you have?"\
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	I paused.\
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	"Really?"\
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	"Really. I WOULD have done that, if you had asked..."\
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	"I was going to..."\
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	I turned. The room was empty behind me. That was OK. When I turned back to the computer, she would be there. She was always there...\
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\cf0 ****\
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Edited by Packrat\
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Comments more than welcome.\
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