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Actually,the Nightmarish Thought Occurred To Me That With Electronic Delivery Of Books Becoming A Norm, Soon Writers May Be Expected To Provide Several Versions Of Their Book, Ranging From The Easy To The Complex, And Buyers Will Choose What They're In The Mood For With The Click Of A Button! I Do Hope Not.

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Actually,the Nightmarish Thought Occurred

Emma Donoghue

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Actually,the Nightmarish Thought Occurred To Me That With Electronic Delivery Of Books Becoming A Norm, Soon Writers May Be Expected To Provide Several Versions Of Their Book, Ranging From The Easy To The Complex, And Buyers Will Choose What They're In The Mood For With The Click Of A Button! I Do Hope Not.

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