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Sometimes she walked alone on streets and night and got nervous she was being followed. Maybe it was a sound or the way someone on the train looked at her. And when she started to fear for her life she started to think about how they would find her, splayed out on the sidewalk with the contents of her bag on display: WOMAN FOUND DEAD WITH TWO HALF-FINISHED NOVELS IN HER BAG, ONE READ AND ONE WRITTEN. She was making progress. And so tonight she kept walking, only half afraid.