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I hereby embrace my inner weirdo. I just found notes I wrote for my first “novel” when I was a kid. (Yep, in a box of papers spilling out in my mother’s garage: making an entrance.) Here is it for your amusement! Unabridged and, so help me, unedited. Except for the girl’s name. That I’ll spell consistently and correctly!

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