Figures...

Less than 48 hours after returning from a totally validating week in San Francisco (seven agents are interested in my manuscript), my car breaks down. Then, I forgot to take my house key and jump drive off the key ring. My neighbor, who has my spare key is not home. I had to call a locksmith.

Thanks, Fort Wayne. I missed you too*.




























*Not really.

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