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A true native New Yorker (born in the city, county, and state of New York), Gus Sanchez now resides in the South, where on occasion he likes to remind his neighbors that, like Han Solo, they shot first.

His short stories have appeared in several print and online anthologies. He is currently working on his first novel, which he hopes to complete…eventually.

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