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We—Alex and Logan—wanted to say thank you all so much for taking the time to download our book. Because of you...
I won't pretend this blog hasn't been a bit neglected as of late, but I still wanted to let anyone who is still hanging around know the exciting news. An Honest Policy releases on January 20th.
"Well, maybe they're lying! The only person I have ever been 'unprofessional' with here is you! Wait..." Colin put his head in his hands and rubbed at his eyes. "Cat, did you file these reports?"
A woman was relaxing with a newspaper in a comfy leather arm chair. On her face, she wore a nude-colored plastic mask with holes cut out around her eyes and mouth. She looked up at him as he entered. “Nope,” he said...
He knew he would never see them in person, but he dreamed of using the paints to put the images from his mind into the world.
The sun was waning in the sky as he looked out the window. Dusk was settling in and the loneliness of the night would be soon to follow. Harold started lighting candles...
His eyes narrowed as he stared at one spot on her desk. Looking as though he was gathering all of his determination, he took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said, "Could you be CURSED? Here are twelve signs!"
The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity as the military leaders watched him expectantly. Whitfield stood as calmly as he could—which was not very calm—shifting his weight from right foot to left and back. He tapped his fingers gently on the tabletop and looked back at them.
What's with this dialogue? They're in Los Angeles, not the deep South. Fine, okay, the day was nice. The sun was shining bright in the eastern sky and it wasn't quite hot enough yet to be an annoyance. It was Emmett's favorite kind of day, filled with—