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Aug 2013
ma'am,
your weekly quota
of teeth gnashing
is up.
no, no...
you may not have more time
your slot is full
move along
the line
ma'am, i told you
we don't have any more mercy in stock
we're sold out
move along
ma'am...please move along
security...
ma'am,
you're out of time
stop gnashing your teeth
MA'AM...
SECURITY
GET THIS WOMAN OUT OF HERE
we don't have room for her.
"No one put a gun to your head and ordered you to become a writer. One writes out of his own choice and must be prepared to take the rough spots along the road with a certain equanimity, though allowed some grinding of the teeth."

- Stanley Ellin
Written by
Redshift  F
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