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them off. But we’ll need them back pretty soon.” I could tell she’d delivered this drill before. The phones were ringing and Anna had managed, once again, to vanish.
    â€œI have to get that,” Nora/Kelly said. “Nice to meet you,” she added, and turned her attention to the phone.
    â€œUm, excuse me?” I heard the gray-suit-woman say. “I have an appointment?” As I walked past her to leave, I thought I could see desperation flicker across her face.
    When I opened the door and let myself out, the glare of daylight hurt my eyes. I hadn’t realized how muted the light had been inside the office, even with all that whiteness. I felt weak and a little dizzy. A headache was starting to throb at the back of my skull. I clutched the manuscripts under one arm and my purse under the other and headed for my car, stumbling in the brightness like a drunk.

    Lucy Fiamma
    Lucy Fiamma Literary Agency
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    Dear Lucy,
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    I don’t know if you remember me, but I came to the seminar you gave ten years ago at the college in San Francisco. Anyway, I’m writing to you because I have written a memoir and I would like you to represent it.
    The book is about me and my cat, Hairy, and the years we spent together, developing recipes. This may sound odd, but my cat spoke to me and told me what ingredients to use and then we made the dishes. Since he doesn’t have hands, I do most of the cooking, but he stands right there on the counter as we work. Together we developed many amazing recipes and stories. So I guess this is sort of a memoir/cookbook.
    I am enclosing one of the best recipes here for you to look at. The manuscript is completed (it is 527 pages long) and I can send it to you right away.
    I look forward to hearing from you.
    Sincerely,
Clara Reynolds
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    Hairy Mac and Cheese
    Â½ cup macaroni (cooked)
    3 cups heavy cream
    1 can Tuna
    1 cup buttermilk
    1 cup 2% milk
    4 tbsp. melted butter
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    Combine ingredients in large skillet.
    Sautee at medium-high heat for 20 minutes.
    Serve hot!
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    Lucy Fimma Agency
    Att: Lucy Fimma
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    Dear Ms. Fimma,
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    I am writing as to inquiry on my fiction book manuscript entitled ONE DARK NIGHT. This is a mystery thriller set in modern times but has an antiquity feeling.
    I am looking for an agent to sell this book to publishers and I have read in the guide to literary agents that you have sold books of this type.
    I am enclosing the first fifty (50) pages of the book for you to read and a self-addressed-stamped-envelope.
    I have also sent this letter and the manuscript to ten other agents.
    Thank you,
Robert Brownering
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    ONE DARK NIGHT
    Chapter 1
    It was windy a dark night raining. The street was quite for now except for the cars that drove down it no one ever saw the body lying under the curb. He body was dressed ornately because in the subsequent years before this happened he had made a lot of money selling Memberships in a Secret Society sort of like Insurance Salesmen but with riddles. Now he was shot through the heart once there was a brown ring around the wound with silvery dust on the edges. The second clue was the stream of blue ink that was running from his pocket into the storm gutter. The ink forbore to slowly trickle with alacrity across the dry cobblestones.
    Above the street where the dead man laid was a late nite restaurant that served all the usual victuals to those who crept through its walls in the deepening hours that raced by in the dead of night. Two people were seated at the counter in the yellow glow. They looked a lot like that famous Hooper print from the 1920s The one person was a Cop and the other was a hooker prostitute, “Why don’t I give you a ride home?” the Cop asked the prostitute by the name of Sadie who told him “I don’t need a ride of the kind your going to give me.”
    They walked slowly outside into the warm dry night. The Cop looked into Sadie’s eyes were