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Sometimes I meet some women who are thinking of writers or novelist as wise men, or even God. Those women look forward to seeing an aura of wisdom behind his head. But those men are just normal people. They just have the ability to express the beauty that suddenly occurred to him and have a short interval of time for thought. Their thought or writing might be different from their act because they are just humans. But those women dream of meeting them, and are broken, and break them.