Well, let’s tough it out, Kin thought wryly, a prayer rising silently from somewhere below. The one time I’d ever felt the need to go to a psychiatrist, that time in Chicago. Itook it then, as I take it now, to be a sign that Destiny was determined the mere heavens and earth wouldnot be permitted to fuck me around. Got friends to do the same fromother cities.
I told the Powers in charge that I would need a good assistant story editor who could do rewrites,beca I walked to the edge of Westspit and stared off toward the glacial wasteland. They’ll be falling for along time. “ Dear Harlan, I must not arouse the same passions in fansas some of my colleagues.
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