The Literary Conglomerate of Caitlin Carrigan
I think I hear them at my door now.
Priceless – totally captured how I felt a few times working with my editor – she the police and me the protester ready to be dragged away kicking and screaming.
Oh my god! They are! I knew it! Help! Help! This was too funny!
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