“It’s silly, I just work on it to blow off steam. I don’t even know what it is.” Miles read through twenty pages, focused and unsmiling, until I couldn’t stand the suspense and I snatched it back out of his hands. “That’s enough,” I said. “Like I told you, it’s silly.” “It’s not silly,” Miles said, fixing me with his clear gray eyes. “It’s fascinating. You’re talented, Zoe.” I shook my head, not able to keep looking at him. “It’s nothing. Not even a proper story.” “It’s not a story,” Miles said. “It’s a script.” “Like a movie script?” I laughed. “Something has to become a movie before it can
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