Claria

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12 years later....


"No, no unicorn I don't want to sing Christmas carols!"

I then realized that it wasn't a unicorn that was waking me up from my fitful slumber but the sound of my publishing agent screaming in my face. I slowly and misjudgingly woke up and prepared my self for the world of the living and awake.

Manhattan. The city that is said to never sleep. Guess I never got the memo.


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