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“It’s called process ,” Hepsi replied without looking up. “You wouldn’t get it.”

She sat on the steps of Hepsi’s garage, knees drawn up, fanning herself with a folded flyer for a car wash that had happened two weeks ago. Inside, through the half-open door, Hepsi was hunched over her laptop—the WIP. A digital canvas with half-rendered flames, a character model missing its left arm, a background that was just blocks of orange and red. Gwen Summer Heat - Hepsi WIP -SkuddButt-

“I know,” Gwen said. She pulled a spare stool over and sat beside her. “That’s why I like it.” “It’s called process ,” Hepsi replied without looking