But first, here's the premise!
It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And heeeere's the excerpt!
Her lips curved into a smile as she paused to examine Hologram-Clark one last time before Real-Clark arrived. So attractive. So distinguished looking. With a swift click of a button, the image on the screen morphed into a three-dimensional waterfall. So unsatisfying.
On a lark she’d sent Clark an email, hoping he’d eventually respond. To her delight, he replied a mere twenty minutes later and invited her to call him at home that evening. Now, weeks later, he was coming to her home.
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Well, I've had a very eventful week. I signed a one-year lease for a two-bedroom condo in Ottawa, I bought one of those...mobile devices (I actually sent my very first text message on it the other day), and now I'm packing up my life and gearing up to move 4 hours away from home. I will always refer to my parents' house as home. No matter where I go, or where I end up, I'll be chanting like Dorothy, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home...." Thankfully my new place is really nice, in a fab location, and ready and waiting for me to move in. Wishing you all a wonderful week! :)