![]() “Oh no” she answered, while I did a quick flip through the cheap stained pages “This is a real book Sarah’s friend’s company is publishing next year. I smirked and picked up the book, “Is this a joke? I mean, you got me! It’s pretty spot on!” She scooted the bound manuscript over to my side of the bar, DIRTBAG, MASSACHUSETTS: A CONFESSIONAL laid bare on an off white page. She received a manuscript from an agent friend of hers who got it from their work colleague at Bloomsbury. I met her on a dating app, and we discussed books and our past traumas (as lesbians typically do) and this was our 2rd time hanging out. I was sitting in a restaurant in Massachusetts, on a kinda-sorta date not date with a woman who works in publishing. ![]()
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