
It all came crashing down. That was the ending he had written, so that was how it would end. And this time he actually liked the ending which was not often the case. He could not remember a time when the ending came to him so naturally. And the ending was always the hardest part. If he didn’t start there he feared he would never get there, would meander and never truly get anywhere. So he started at the ending, always. And then, once again, he began to agonize over how to start for he had to start somewhere if he was going to get to the ending.
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