My friend Emily really thought
That Scott, whom she'd just met online, sure was hot.
But he took all her data,
And then said, "See ya latah."
Poor Emily: Scott was a bot.
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Jan M Flynn
I write speculative short fiction, historical novels, upper-middle grade fantasy: pretty much whatever stalks me until I write it. Represented by Helen Adams of Zimmermann Literary Agency, NYC. Words fueled by coffee, mellowed by wine.
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