A guy has fascinating stories to tell; sexy, amusing, entertaining - he swears he is going to write a novel. He dithers, procrastinates and parties hard, and never writes a thing. Meanwhile his quiet flatmate has secretely drafted a novel, HIS novel, based on all the stories HE told over dinner etc... then the flatmate dies in an accident. What should he do, pretend the book is his own?
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