So off I trotted to the ATM machine to confront reality.
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So off I trotted to the ATM machine to confront reality.
It’s my submissions month, so lots of fat brown envelopes are flopping onto the mat.
It happens all the time, like a book you know is there but can’t find on the shelves.
There was a time when I couldn’t have gone, and I haven’t forgotten it.
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