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I’m writing a story about assassins—sort of. They’re accidental assassins, or maybe not so accidental. It’s a darkly funny, slow-burning revenge story that looks like fiction but runs deeper. At its core, it’s an allegory for the underdog: what happens when people get pushed too far, for too long. There’s humor in it. I keep picking it up, then putting it down. It’s taking time—more than I thought—but I know the story’s worth it. Some things just take longer to come to fruition .