
There are a lot of new faces in Sunset Valley, a lot of new people have arrived here in recent weeks. I encountered one of them in the park while I was working on my novel.

This snot-nosed kid (okay she's a teenager) walked up to me. I didn't catch her name, and I didn't really care what her name was. She was just being mean just for the sake of being mean.
"I read your book," she said.
"Really?" I wondered how this girl even knew who I was. It's not like I had my picture plastered on the back cover. Oh, wait.
"Okay, I lied. I didn't read your stinkin' book. But my dad and sister have been reading the whole damn thing aloud and I'm sick of hearing it."

"Hmmph. Well, I didn't think you read anyway. So why'd you come and disturb me while I was writing?"
"Just because I can, really."

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