Nobody's Property Re-Release!

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Yes, there has been no new writing lately. I've been remastering the audio files for Nobody's Property in preparation for the book's launch on Podiobooks.com. Look for it this coming Monday, March 7!

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  1. UnknownMarch 3, 2011 at 2:15 PM

    Right on, you the human.

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  2. ekcMarch 3, 2011 at 2:48 PM

    Hey Simon! As opposed to me the...what?

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  3. UnknownMarch 7, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    It's just my inclusive way of showing support. I don't care for "You the man.".

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  4. ekcMarch 8, 2011 at 8:25 AM

    Ahhh, got it! I do appreciate it, man.

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