There are days like Sunday where so much happens it makes your head spin. I met two friends at Barnes and Noble in the evening. We sat in the book store for three hours taking about Roman archaeology, giggling over the “research” (or severe lack thereof) in several books, griping about lack of citations, and admiring sketches and artwork. One of my friends is working on a romance novel that has steamy sex...
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