Sandra S. McRae has long suspected that we are not living up to our full potential as a species and recent events sadly confirm her suspicions.
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Sandra S. McRae would rather not comment just now. She has something in her eye.
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Raised on a small equestrian farm in south-central Paraguay, Sandra S. McRae often yearns for the tasty comfort of homemade Budín. Her grandmother’s budinera is one of her most prized possessions.
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Sandra S. McRae thinks you are pretty damn terrific.
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Sandra S. McRae is a skillful plagiarist currently plotting to steal your work next, even as you read this. She eschews punditry and miserly squabbling. Raised in suburban southwest Denver, she has never held a prejudice against prairie dogs. Her hobbies are fencing, ballroom yoga, and hunger strike reenactments.
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Sandra S. McRae often marvels at people’s rabid desire to puff themselves up in brief but concentrated strings of 15 modifiers or less. She is mostly nice and sometimes generous.
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Sandra S. McRae has a master’s degree in creative writing and an embarrassing fear of clowns—there was an incident at a circus when she was seven. Although raised in the dead center of a continent, Sandra is an avid snorkeler. Her list of publications, not included here, would only make you feel slightly inadequate, so don’t ask. She lives in the mountains, with abandon.
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Sandra S. McRae is currently in revolt. Please check back at a later date.
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Okay, okay, enough already…click here to read my real vita, if you’re so inclined.