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What I Did On My Spring Vacation

One thing I did, which I swore I wouldn't, was bring my laptop. 

Anyway, it's not a vacation exactly, so I can skulk in my hotel room and check email if I wanna.

Sad, huh? I'm SUCH a goof.

Anyway, before I head back into the fray...two quickie reviews that I very much appreciate. 

noseinabook posted a review of DANGEROUS GROUND right here -- or right there, rather. And my faithful enablers -- er, readers -- now have the official title of Fanyons. Fanyons. I find that so funny. 

Not quite as funny as this line: She should have known better than to let herself enjoy a moment of happiness on behalf of the orphans. But funny all the same.

And the other very kind review this one of MAN, OH MAN! Writing M/M Fiction for Kinks and Ca$h comes from jessewave.
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