“May I ask who you are?”
After sending the message, I feel a certain excitement. Who is this person who managed to express my feelings so precisely? I wait for a reply, hardly taking my eyes off the screen.
At last, an answer comes. It contains no name—only a few lines:
— Your reader, Lena…
— Does the reader have a name?
— Wild. Just Wild.
— You really read my books, Wild?
— I love you.
For a second I’m stunned by his words… and only after a minute do I realize that that is what my book is called.
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The continuation of the book “Twenty.” The books are connected!