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Unbelievable!
The editor is off juggling  writing about Iran, editing her own memoir, and completing outdoor projects…
Meanwhile, the most important literary work — my book — sits on her desk and waits.
Priorities remain deeply concerning. I will be supervising... and judging.

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Oh, so now the sky finally remembers how to behave? No more screaming, no more flashing drama — just my preferred ambiance. That took long enough. Anyway, I’ll be basking, judging, and thriving... as expected.

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Excuse me. Who approved the sky to start yelling? I was in the middle of something important — writing, thinking, being elegant — and suddenly BOOM. How completely rude! The windows are trembling, the air smells weird, and my tail has puffed up to a size I did not authorize. If the thunder could kindly stop interrupting my creative process, that would be appreciated. Until then, I will be behind the books, working remotely.

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Hazel plays with the editor's blood pressure like a yoyo. He sits in the middle of the road and meows to get her attention. Then he enjoys watching the yoyo.

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I'm preparing a delicious book, which I plan to publish on June 15. 🐾

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I haven't seen Pasha since yesterday. I don't want to be a mother who controls her adult son, but I wish he would check in regularly. On the other hand, watching the editor look out the window and open the door to shout his name a million times a day gives me great pleasure. I can tell she's getting nervous. He is, after all, her "big baby" and her "black panther"... 🐾

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My sons take after me. Pasha and Rumi enjoy spending their days on the roof. I remember when I used to be up there every day. Now I prefer naps.