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The publishing date for my book, MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival is May 20th, a month away. I never dreamed there was so much involved in getting PR lined up and scheduling a book tour. Each day, my to-do list grows longer, and I’m forced to slide some of the things on today’s list to the

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