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Writer’s Note:
You might notice something is missing from the following story. I feel I must expound on the events which led to this seeming forgetfulness of mine. Being the poster child for poverty-stricken writers, I found myself out of writing supplies in the middle of writing one of my previous books. Determined to not rely on pencils while writing future missives, I went shopping for computers. So, I found myself perusing the multitude of electronic wonders, which were presented to me by Scott, the newly hired employee in Best Buy.
These computers were slick: they offered lots of bells. Whistles were included, too, but I couldn’t think for the life of me why I would need either. I continued to shop, but couldn’t find one to fit in my budget. Once Scott found out just how deep my pockets were, I found him to be slightly less friendly. So, I left Best Buy to continue my journey for the perfect computer.
Pulling together the sum of my money, I sheepishly ducked into this cute little shop with PC on the sign posted over the door. Hoping to keep this visit without surprises, I quickly divulged my spending limit to the person behind the counter. “I think I know just the thing you need.” She spoke. To this, she pulled out the computer which sits on my desk tonight. “I thought I might never sell this,” she confided in me, before blowing dust into the empty store. “It is slightly used. Most of the keys work.”
Hold on just one second, most of the keys work?!? I couldn’t use it in this sort of condition, I thought. But, I found out I could. Even I could not guess the success which this computer, with its broken key, would bring to me. So, even following the huge influx of money which befell me due to my previous book, I decided to keep my well-loved computer, using it for this book too.
I will not tell you “I’m sorry” for the inconvenience this decision of mine will put you through. Being born of the blessed free country we live in, you possess the right to put this book down whenever you wish. So, if the missing letter bothers you overly much, I suggest you put my story down somewhere in public, so some other person might stumble upon it.
With much respect,
Joseph Morris
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