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#BlackLivesMatter

Fall was a hint in the breeze when I first laid my eyes on my future dog.

In observance to the upcoming holiday, (Sunday, that day, being the Mother’s Day you may have forgotten about until now.)

Every year in November, I make a big attempt to write a novel in a month. 50,000 words to be exact.

So here we are. A chapter that lands firmly in the global crisis that is Covid-19.

One is, in fact, not the loneliest number when you have said internet.

Way back when, I met a boy.

Chapter One begins a new adventure for our heroine—the wannabe novelist.