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 here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
The front door buzzed. “Oh shit.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, she made a beeline for the rope ladder. Elevators were too hoity-toity, a reverse slide would have been overkill, and stairs were just plain boring. Another buzz. Another heart tremor. The ladder led to the only other trap door in her home, located in the kitchen pantry. She climbed out, dusted herself off, and took a shaky breath before hurrying to the door.
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My life has been crazy busy as of late, and the last few days have been especially nutty. I'm all moved in to my new home in Ottawa, Ontario, thanks in large part to my parents. They helped me pack, drove hours and hours to get here to help me unpack, build furniture, buy me food and celebratory champagne, and visit half a dozen stores so I could buy every household item known to mankind. But I'm here now, and I'm so pumped because I start teaching next week! Wish me luck! :) Hope you all have a fabulous day/week!