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For those confused, I don't mean me (for once). I refer to the hirsuite fellow next to me; Mr Chris Stabback. In one incredible week, he's sold two stories. One to Clarkes-bleedin'-world, the other to Lady Churchill's muthafrackin' Rosebud bastard Wristlet! I'm not jealous...
Let me tell you, I've read fresh-off-the-baking-tray versions of the two stories and the two above-mentioned estimable organs have shown great taste, nay, basic sanity, in buying 'em.
Well done, Chris! (and sorry about the post title...)
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