Magic
It’s really time I wrote my novel. I decided that this morning. I was pumped full of caffeine, heart racing like a trip hammer, a small bead of sweat working its way down my back. I was sick of my job. My wonderful, excellent, almost the best job in the world job. It was time…
It’s really time I wrote my novel. I decided that this morning. I was pumped full of caffeine, heart racing like a trip hammer, a small bead of…
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