1836: I Became a Literary Giant in Great Britain

Michelle's new home in Bloomsbury.

The bright windows allow sunlight to stream in unreservedly, shining on the soft sofa and the white carpet.

There was a faint aroma of black tea in the air.

All of this is a world of difference compared to the moldy attic a little over a month ago...

"I'm not saying this to be rude, Michelle, but this place is really nice."

Michael sank into the soft sofa without any hesitation, looking around contentedly.

Dickens stood in front of the bookshelf, browsing through the books Michel had recently acquired with great interest.

"You two really think this place is your own home..."

Michelle came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of cookies, a helpless smile on her face.

These two guys have been coming over for a free meal every few days ever since their housewarming dinner.

There's nothing we can do about it; he's freeloaded quite a few meals himself before...

"We are friends..."

"Between friends, why differentiate between 'us' and 'them'..."

Michael picked up a cookie, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Speaking of which, your essay 'My Uncle John' is quite something now!"

When he talked about this, his face was full of undisguised excitement.

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