Lake Lewisia #475

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"I always figured, to write what you do, you must either have the same issues as me, or you love someone who does." The fan, their hands still clasped around the lovingly battered book and the open page where an autograph was drying, added, "I thought if I met you, I would be able to tell which it is, but--" The author, thinking of her stories of trauma, and adventure, and monsters and belonging, and how she knew to write about any one of those, answered simply, "I'm glad you made it this far so we could meet."

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LL#475