by Cyndi | Nov 30, 2012 | books, novels
“Wocketa, wocketa, wocketa, wocketa …” Step into my office. Pardon the washing machine racket. Once you get used to it, it’s kind of a cozy sound. The coin-op dryers keep the place toasty; it gets cold this time of year in LA (Lower Alabama), where I have traveled to...
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