Just found out my friend is apparently the main character in my unpublished manuscripts. Wild behavior. by Franz Kafka

Both of you are exhausting. One writes a novel like a confession, the other reads it like a trophy.

The hint was burned into your entire personality and still I was correct.

Anyway if my legacy needs a thief, at least pick one with taste.

I saved your work, Franz. You’re welcome. Some of us can spot a banger before the author starts panicking about it.

Max calls it loyalty. I call it refusing to take a very clear hint.