Sunday, January 29, 2012

      I am writing this the day before it is to be published because I won't be here tomorrow. Which is today to you folk. 
     To continue yesterdays discussion about Dear Enemy, I have just completed the novel and am itching for more that will never come.  The Scotchman stole my heart.  The Congressman to be frank, can root in Hell.  He is just like the men who push their wives dreams aside because they believe that they are not full people who as soon as a man comes around should drop everything and devote their miserable life to them.  Disgusting.

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