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Lit Party

Posted on October 31, 2013 by

October the last, 2013.  So I decide I’m going.  I must go, must present, must be my own unpublished brand.  Writing stinks when you can’t make a go of it.  You feel lousy, like a loser.  It’s sad.  Success is … Continue reading →

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