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Abbie, whatever you need, you let me know. I know what self-doubt feels like, and depression, generally feeling like you don’t have the right to be picking dead bugs out of a puddle. And no matter how you feel, what you are is an extraordinary writer. I’ve seen it. I don’t know many things absolutely. I know good writing.

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