I thought I'd done really well with letter #3 and was thinking of skipping the other letters I promised I'd write. That was good enough right? But I made myself write another one, starting from scratch. Yeah. Um... all I can say is sometimes the way forward looks like the way back.
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The last thing Swan Shreve needs is a senile old lady with a gun claiming to be a spy. Sure life has been a bit boring ever since she graduated with her Ph.D. in American Literature and went to work as a secretary at a high tech weapons company. She's watched all her friends move on to good jobs, relationships and success while she feels like a loser standing small, but that doesn't make her so desperate as to believe there is a top secret group of secretarial spies out saving the world. Then a coworker is killed and Swan finds out she's in danger. She's going to need all the little old ladies packing heat that she can muster to survive.
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