Or, I go to Washington, DC, for the annual writing conference, which is quite large and filled with people wearing black-framed glasses just like mine, and I go to some panels that are great, including one that pimps this anthology which is right up my alley, and I get to ride the Metro and feel important, and there are some landmarks that I recognize from television, and we meet up with Kato people, and I eat Thai food with someone I haven't seen since high school, and my editor makes me a funny poster for the press's table, and I even spend some time observing an orangutan named Kyle recovering from surgery who has a stoma in his throat (but there are no pictures of him because I don't subscribe to the popular theory that it's a good idea to take photos of great apes that weigh more than I do).
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