"The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike." — Ralph Ellison
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"You do know you're playing with fire," Noah, his Manager said to Ben moments after Scarlett left.
He saw what went down between them and though he had kept a tight lip about it, he couldn't anymore. He had to at least question Ben's intention of fooling around with his best friend's woman.
These days Noah was finding it hard to keep up with this man. First, it was saving a man out of the blue - which was unlike him - and though he tried to poke more into the issue, he got nothing more than the same excuse he had fed the lame police.
