Sorry about that pause in programming, folks. Your favorite assistant fell in love.
I lost my perspective; all the submissions looked entertaining and purposeful through the haze of my rosy glow. My interns finished their semester and I was left alone to frolic like so in the mountain of creativity that is the slushpile. Its anthropomorphism captured the essence of what it is to be a writer's pet these days. I found its many overused tropes insightful and warranted; the alliteration, alluring. Even the Crazy was a joy to invite into my brain. What need had I for a point to each story? The journey was its own reward!
Stop it, now. Breathe. The love must be tough.
Now that the serotonin dump has leveled out a bit, onward!
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