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If It's the Worst Novel in the Universe, Part Four

My Auntie Eleanor could have been a writer. There's a gene for creative nuttiness that runs through one branch of the family, for better or worse. The headcount currently stands at four, with the youngest just in his teens. We middle agers are excited for him, hopeful.

I will spend this evening with Shen and its characters--not convinced, in spite everything, that they will be stuck with only me for friendship.

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