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”This can’t be it! You should’ve called first and made an appointment.That’s how these things are done. You don’t listen to me, Herbert! This doesn’t look anything like a rare book shop!
…minivans in front of obscure collectors place of business?
…I’m not saying soccer moms can’t read but …
This is the last time I’m trusting you, Herbert! This book is too valuable to go to just anyone. This is my life’s work! ”
You’re right about that one, Ms. Snow. It is the last time you’ll trust me.”
And with that one remark, Herbert removed the book from her suddenly limp hands.
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I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I have always had a lot to say but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. My classmates were in awe. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book . And yet , here I am : boring you to death without a best seller . I need to change that.
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I have no clue what is going on and wish to read more. (That’s a compliment)
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I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but she seems very arrogant. If she wants a good deal, she could have researched her agent (?) beforehand.
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Very absorbing and scary. Magic going on here, I think, and not the good kind.
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Kinda 9th gate vibe? I feel like I might have channeled that movie .
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