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So I missed my subway stop this morning. For the first time ever. I was rereading (but only for the first time) my second favorite (of two) Melissa Bank and, without actually looking up to acknowledge the progression of the train, thinking how slowly I felt it was rolling through the stops. All of a sudden, I’m on 28th.
I strongly believe that if I had a paid getaway (or stayhereway) and a lifetime supply of Melissa Bank novels I could write a book. Or just keep missing my subway stops.
I strongly believe that if I had a paid getaway (or stayhereway) and a lifetime supply of Melissa Bank novels I could write a book. Or just keep missing my subway stops.