"Now, this is just silly," Myx said.
"Why would you say that, Myx?"
"Because the people watching think it's silly."
I had to admit that the small crowd that stopped their travels from store to store at the outside Wrentham Outlets Mall to watch a handsome bald man (hey---lemme have some fun, willya?) back away from a lone book placed in the center of a 4-columned space (what the heck was that for?) did seem kind of odd. [Note: no consonants or vowels were hurt during the crafting of the preceding overly-long sentence.]
"It gives me a chance to talk about you, and how you'll be published soon--and how they can get a copy of you for their very own!"
Sometimes a person--always a woman--would ask what the hell I was doing.
"Yeah, they're always real happy they've asked, aren't they?"

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