And so it was that Gabrielle put down her pen. She looked back over what she had written and knew that she would never be able to figure out what was missing from her stories all by herself. So she placed each story someplace safe and asked that any who pass by who had something useful to say would say it. Gabrielle hoped to become better at her writing and hoped to make her stories into beautiful things instead of merely nice things. That done, Gabrielle once again took up her pen to write.
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