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PEN NAME/FRENCH PRESS FAMILY

Check out my publisher here: pennamepublishing.com

My writer pal Mike Hansen: http://www.fattyhansen.com/

My writer pal Peter Monn: https://petermonn.com/

...and more, but my lunch hour is up.

AWESOME OTHER STUFF I LIKE

My buddy does web design: http://mindchip.net/

My best friend makes rock n roll: https://thelolligaggers.bandcamp.com/

 

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