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I was there just a few hours and my ears still ring. Faces and names are swimming through what passes for my brain right now.

And my credit card is crying.


Moral: never let a book worm loose in a room full of authors sitting in front of stacks of their books to sell. Particularly if she has a credit card.

Next: the search for another overlooked hiding spot…