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"The anonymous writer doesn't want to talk to me?" Leah asked, surprised. "Is this person even a fan of mine? Why would a fan not want to talk to me?"
"How would I know? It's probably your secret admirer. They must've written it for you." the editor replied.
Leah burst into laughter. "I don't think that's possible. How on earth would I get a secret admirer? I don't even go out much anymore, so where on earth would I have met them? Don't simply make guesses, alright?"
"I'm not! Come on, think about it. If it isn't a secret admirer, then who else who it be? The person who wrote on your behalf is clearly a man."
"That's not necessarily true," Leah didn't care about the writer's gender. She just thought that it was good. "Why should gender even matter? As long as their writing is good, it should be enough. It doesn't make a difference."