AN AUTHOR'S WORST NIGHTMARE

This happened to me once at a Barnes & Noble near Milwaukee when the events person forgot to put my reading on the store's calendar. I went ahead and read anyway. To. No. One. (Besides one old guy in the back who had found a quiet place to sleep.)
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