Sublime

Maybe she doesn’t really exist, but just thinking about her makes my heart – my flesh and blood, my real heart – thump like mad. These feelings are as real as the blood all over my chest that awful night.

“Why, Naa-da-lee, this book should be very successful. When you are done with it, you know the author better. That’s all a reader really wants”—she nodded her head—“to know the author better. Even if it’s a novel, they want to know the author.”

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