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... ho was on the side of the room, also smiled at this question.

"Is this question relevant to my novel?" Haru frowned and turned his head to his editor.

Machida nodded, "Of course, this is an entertainment industry, sometimes, you to be prepared since there is a chance your fans will ask you this question during a live radio."

Haru twitched his lips, "Shouldn't you normally ask about how you start writing? What is your drive to write? What is the plot of your novel? How are yo ...

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