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by Zachary Cole
“Well kids, enjoy yourselves and don't get hurt.” I stood up, taking pride in my calm and friendly departure, and nearly walked into Ella. She was gripping a handful of recent Force Girl issues and looking good in my ex-wife's smooth hemp dress. For some reason, she'd kept the mask on.
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Feature Author: Anne Campbell
Born and raised in London , Anne Campbell worked as a fashion sketcher before immigrating to the States in her early twenties. She lived in California and New York before settling in Minnesota , where she has worked as a university lecturer and psychotherapist.
She has written a memoir and two novels. Her latest work, Ssylka; Exiled to Siberia is published through Amazon's Createspace. Set between 1898-1905, it's the story of a family of privileged political exiles coping with life in an isolated Siberian village. |
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