There’s a very good chance that I am insane. Of course, the baby is sick, we’ve got plenty of doctors appointments and stress, and it’s almost the end of the school year. What else do I need to do? I need to write a book.
Last time I was this stressed, I got a puppy.
Maybe I’m less insane this time.
Novels don’t chew your slippers to pieces.
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