attractions.
My heartfelt gratitude, too, to my friends and family, for tolerating my crazy-weird schedule and putting up with countless recitations of “the exciting, fascinating stuff I learned” while writing this book.
I love you all!
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SAM WROTE HIS name on the whiteboard, wincing when the dry-erase pen squeaked across the polished surface.
He recapped the pen. “Sorry, and I hate to admit it, but that happens all the time.”
“It’s because you’re left-handed,” said the student sitting nearest the door. “Left-handers hold things...weird.”
The female cadet beside him knocked on her desk. “It’s weirdly,” she said, “not weird.”
For the moment, Sam was more interested in the left-hander than proper grammar.
“Yeah, yeah,” the student said. “I was with the ditzy blonde on Monday.”
Sam had lucked into a slot on Open Mic Night at the Bluebird Café, a lifetime dream
