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It is Monday morning--it's my day for the Wranglers, in case you didn't know (from my incessant moaning about having nothing to write...)  and I have...yes, nothing to write. But I do have an idea.

The beginnings of a few of my books are as follows:

It had been sixteen years since he’d seen Arlie Gallagher. And three months and four days. Not that he was counting. (Every Time We Say Goodbye)
Libby Worth taught the primary class at Sunday school when Mrs. Miller wasn’t there, tended bar at A...