Lively conversation, dark wood cabinets and bookshelves, these all furnish the bookstore where my first successful novel is read. I am at the side, 10 feet from the hastily installed microphone and high-back chair. There are metal folding chairs in rows of 4, 5 back. They are filled and I am nervous.
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