Heroist
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Having crossed the threshold of the editorial office, Reynold witnesses an unexpected argument.
— What do you mean "it's not good"? — Bertha was indignant. — I spent the whole evening writing it!
— Well, it doesn't matter how much time you spent. — Philip shrugged. — Hours don't automatically convert into quality or money, you know.
— Oh, you! — The girl crumpled the sheet of paper and threw it at the guy, after which she hurried away.
— And what kind of help would you like to offer them?
I guess I'll go to the moon, but I originally wanted the sun, but it turned out to be a trap...
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