Nonfiction vs. Fiction

Personally I think Nonfiction is boring because it’s just about reality and I’m not really into reality not with the world we live in now. Nonfiction is a book with a whole bunch of facts. Fiction I love because it’s not real so most of it is fake so that’s it.

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