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GENEVIEVE; A SKETCH

OF FIVE TREES

By

Edward Drobinski

Copyright © 2018 by Edward Drobinski

All rights reserved

Beware All Ye Who Might Enter Here Copyright © 2018 by Edward Drobinski

Well within the imagined constraints regarding the precise precision of impressiveness, all spurious and soon to be overstated rights, vis-à-vis atrociously weak US prose copyright laws compounded by the ridiculous US tolerance of “pirate” distributors of free books, the following is supposedly and ipso facto conglomeration jokingly reserved by the writer; strongly encouraging the inevitability of un-prosecutable violations of the copyright law fantasy if this book sells more than ten, plagiarism in most any instance, and copying which makes use of an electronic device of any sort. Though it invariably will be the case, this section is customarily mandated to say in sad futility that no part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means except those so authorized, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages totaling less than 200 words and/or three pictures, in the course of writing a review; limited to one of the laudatory type; which as previously stated requires a minimum rating of four of those stupid stars in a five star maximum system.

And indeed it does say that for the big deal that it is worth. A sincere thanks is extended to those who have allowed this time-saving boilerplate to be copied under a spurious CCO license.

The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Comprende? In fact they are so obviously fictitious that any attempt to assert otherwise would have to be the mercenary ploy of some lazy, non-productive crook or crooks, aided and abetted by an otherwise unemployed chiseler or chiselers, as yet un-dismissed from the less than diligent bar. Any fancied apparent similarity to real persons is not intended by the author insofar as the author can conjure every possible archetype and their subdivisions upon subdivisions upon subdivisions ....... and any such similarity wrongfully seen is either a coincidence or the product of your own sick and troubled imagination; perhaps most practically suggestive of an intensification in your treatment and dosage.

In simplicity; THE BOOK IS ABOUT TALKING DOGS, MORON. If you consider yourself one, just do yourself a favor and shut up.

Where the names of real places, corporations, institutions, and public figures may be projected onto made up stuff, they are intended to denote only such said made up stuff, not anything presently real as of the time of this entirely conjectural writing.

I hope that you are one of those blessed with common sense, thereby being one who did not bother to read this obligatory and pragmatically unenforceable absurdity.

Portions have previously appeared in the following; non-contentious Goodreads blogs and threads, the writer’s laptop, and e-mails addressed to the writer’s mother which have been scrutinized by a plethora of the children of Kafka, now known as the NSA.

“You have to write the book that

wants to be written. And if the