I pulled the blanket tighter around me as the walls shook in the Irish wind. The old house is drafty even on the warmest days, and one can only drink so many cups of tea to fight the chill. With my laptop sitting open on my lap, I opened my most recent novel manuscript and...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.