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Following a tragic bacon-frying mishap, our hero finds himself in the afterlife.
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| This is Writer's Heaven, Charles. All great writers come here when they die. You can enter as soon as I finish your background check. | |
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| Sweet! I wonder if Harlan Ellison's here yet. | |
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| Hmm...Charles, can you tell me how much you made on that piece for Buttime Stories? | |
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Sadly, his good works haven't erased the stain of a checkered past.
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| Twenty bucks and a dozen contributor's copies. Why? | |
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| No reason. I hope you enjoy Writer's Hell. | |
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