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More drawer novel . . . More angst . . .
I turned on my terminal with a defiant ping and brought up my messages.
There were more than forty, and most had Press flags attached. I deleted all of those—I didn’t know what had stirred the muck bucket, but I wasn’t having any.
I grinned. Let them try to break down my Door for a vidbite—I hadn’t had a chance to test the heavy artillery, yet.
My reflection in the screen grinned back at me . . . until I realized I only had one message left.
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