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We took a lil break from publishing books this year BUT today we are pleased to announce three of the new titles an… https://t.co/5aFitYXaqP
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- 1 day ago

RT @AELAQ: Congratulations to all the #QWFAwards2021 Finalists including our members @metatronpress and @McGillQueensUP!
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- 3 days ago

.@theonlyelitareq’s ‘knot body’ is shortlisted for a QWF award! Congrats Eli and editor @tesssliem 🥳🎉🤩… https://t.co/AvEXSwD24o
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- 15 days ago

Thank you to everyone who submitted to The Metatron Prize for Rising Authors! Stay tuned for our shortlist and Meta… https://t.co/2sdenLAAZy
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- 16 days ago

RT @LibrairieDandQ: Today (October 3rd) is the deadline for submissions for The Metatron Prize for Rising Authors, judged this year by stor…
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We come here when pizza night becomes every night. We come here to pretend that nights off are special. Most of my nights are off. I swill my ice water around....

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I didn’t trust you, so I let your lips touch mine, and I took your words from your mouth....

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