My Fucking Editor Cant be this Useless 3

Writer: Can you give me suggestions on how to rewrite this bit?

Editor:  *cuts call

Writer: ….

2 hours later

Editor: Sorry I was helping my dad with realty stuff

Writer: Oh okay, can you help with –

Editor: * cuts call

Writer: …

At 2 o’clock in the morning, Writer gets a text

Editor: Sorry what were we talking about?


Writer: Get to work…

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