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Me: You’re too hard on yourself.

Cathie: Not as hard as my MMC’s cock, apparently.

“Jesus, Cathie!”

Me: 😂

Cathie: Anyhoo. What about you? Did you get very far in your book?

Me: Yup.

Cathie: That’s it? That’s all you’re giving me? A yup?

Me: Yup.

I bite the inside of my cheek as Cathie takes a second to reply.

Cathie: YOU BITCH! You finished the book, didn’t you???

Me: YUP!!!

Cathie: Oh, my God! Congrats, babe! Look at you go! I’m so proud of you!!!

Cathie: 🍾🥂🥳🎉

Me: Thank you! 😊

Cathie: You can thank me by letting me beta-read it!

Cathie: I can’t believe you actually finished it. Last time we talked, you were having such a hard time figuring out the perfect way to kill the bad guy. Looks like you got over that hurdle.

Me: I did.

Cathie: And?

Me: It was glorious.

Cathie: 😂 😂 😂

Cathie: I’ve gotta tell you, old friend. My subconscious might be telling me I need to get laid, but yours? Girl… there’s some serious rage living in that head of yours.

My smile falters.

Me: Why would you say that?

Cathie: 🤷‍♀️ I don’t know. It’s the way you kill your antagonists. It’s quite…

The dots disappear before appearing again.

Cathie: What’s the word I’m looking for?

Me: Gory?

Cathie: I was thinking more… apocalyptic.

Cathie: Psychotic, maybe.

My brows furrow at her choice in wording.