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I've upgraded to fancy pants author and started sending newsletters.

Don't get used to it, I won't be doing it all the time.

But...There are some free books and whatnot.


Check it out:
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And apologies, MailChimp cut off the last bit of the bottom link.

Here is the link in full https://storyoriginapp.com/swaps/7d4a01d4-9c48-11ea-8417-c367bd2340f4

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