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February 17, 2015

It sometimes occurs to others that the characters populating my stories are mere vehicles for ideas, ideas which are, at best, half-articulated as befits a half articulate man. Tonight is one of those times, and she lays out for me in just what way these stories are neither fiction nor vignette but else, an idiot’s spittle flecking fiction’s good name.

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