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and then there were three

Well, this is all that's left: cigar-tin stories #33, 52 and 50. All the rest are sold. I'll be doing a whack more for the writer's festival in the fall, these ones with brand new stories inside (believe me, I have enough to go around). That might be the end of it though, because (at least according to the excitable Asian guy at the cigar store) the government is bringing in new regulations to ban flavoured tobacco products, as it's deemed too tempting for the kids. Yes, once again, it's kids who ruin everything.

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Meanwhile, *someone* was practicing her own brand of amateur mentalism at six o'clock in the morning.

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  1. Anonymous12:19 pm

    She is the cutest, cutest little sweetie in the whole world (besides Leo of course, he's right there beside her)Gorgeous! :-) Congrats on selling almost all of your cigar tins. I'm so glad I have a few before they are gone forever.

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  2. Kids - tuh!

    What can you paint on next - egg boxes are a bit too lumpy aren't they?

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  3. Darn kids with their easily impressionable minds and desire to try candy flavored items! They always ruin all of the fun. What's next? Banning smoking from family restaurants? :)

    Can't wait to see the next cigar box series.

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  4. shes growing at a fantastic superlightspeed rate!!

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  5. Yay! Found the Oona pics :) ♥

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