(They don’t know this, but his classmates will each receive a $5 card as a consolation prize.)
The neat thing is how I’m paying for the prizes—with royalty money! Cold hard cash earned from my own imagination. “Money from the sky,” I call it, shrugging off the long hours that go into a manuscript.
Still, as these guys sip their coffees, they’ll have tangible proof that it can be done. Because somebody has to write the books for the next generation. Might as well be them!
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