One paper clip. One paper clip keeps me from sealing the envelope and sending in the manuscript. In this entire house of junk – mounds of old paperwork and files waiting to be organized, squeezed between the scattered bric-a-brac – there is not one paper clip. The manuscript is polished, the cover letter is complete, and the envelope addressed.
There it is, like a beacon of hope, lying in the bottom of a dusty desk organizer, completely unorganized. I find one.
Now I need some stamps.
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