For the past nine days, I’ve been in a hotel room with windows that don’t open. I can’t leave. I don’t even have a room key. Three times a day, someone knocks on my door with a paper bag of food. It’s weird. But I’m very glad to be here.
I'm Laura, and I write YA books.
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