One last thing for tonight

I feel sorry for BostonFictionWriter. I don't think he knew what he was up against when he took me on. I mean, you guys have been wonderful sticking up for me and all, but I think it's time to bury the hatchet, and not in his skull. Let's let the poor little man write his diatribe. We don't have to read it. He got his fifteen minutes of being infamous. Let's leave him alone now.

Thanks again for being true and loyal readers and fans.

Danielle