Lonnie saved the document and hit print, completely exhausted. He had poured his soul into the book but, of course, that was point. Exhaustion begged his eyes to close and he began to work some kinks out of his tired muscles.
When the book finished printing, he put it into a manila envelope and mailed it off to New York. Relief flooded through him as he hugged his wife.
“What’s the point, Lonnie?” she asked. “You never hear back.”
Lonnie shrugged.
“The dark god Publisher does not give, only consumes,” he replied.
The world was safe for one more year.
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