We are having a fight. Harvey and me that is.
I say if he's hungry, he will eat dry food; he says woof, woof, woof, woof, woof ... (he is refusing to argue sensibly and has resorted to petulant doggy ways.) I am ignoring him.
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I had a manuscript returned this morning. My heart sank when I saw the envelope but then discovered it was the one for which I had already had an email saying no. The email also said, '... is very well-written and tells a fascinating story.' So?
It is the autobiography I am ghost-writing for an Irish man who was a disappointment to his father because he went straight instead of following in his father's footsteps.
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