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Anthology Flashback - Winter 2013 (1 of 3)

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Just a reminder to authors... you have until Nov 15 to submit your Fall 2019 Anthologies!

For this month, we will be doing 3 weeks of of Winter 2013 Anthologies.  "Recipe for Disaster"


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