Dear short story due in a month to my editor,
Fuck you, you fucking fuck! You are done... at least in first draft anyhoo.
Now if you will excuse me, there are some hookers that need killing in GTA4.
(please note I'd never kill hookers in real life.. unless, you know, they didn't live up to my exceedingly high standards.. or they talked back)
Sincerely,
The Management (Mrs.)
Fuck you, you fucking fuck! You are done... at least in first draft anyhoo.
Now if you will excuse me, there are some hookers that need killing in GTA4.
(please note I'd never kill hookers in real life.. unless, you know, they didn't live up to my exceedingly high standards.. or they talked back)
Sincerely,
The Management (Mrs.)


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Why do I feel like Bela Lugosi in Plan 9 from Outer Space wrestling with the artificial octopous?
Sigh. It will be slain, oh yes. This short story will be slain.
For a deadline is the date by which you or your story is dead. ;)
Steven