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Last night, I dreamed fanfiction.

It’s gonna be a long summer.



Naturally that’s the day I’ll be headed for the backwoods of Virginia.

On the plus side, the backwoods of Virginia are really nice, except for the late-July heat, of course; moreover, I’m sure you’ll be able to buy it even there, probably at a gas station.

True enough—apparently you can get the NYT at a place on the other side of the mountain. And it would be alliterative to read about the hallows in the hollows (and consonant and assonant, for that matter, as log as you don’t change it to hollers.)

That said, it might be fun organize a public reading by the locals. I can hear it now: “Harry Potterr and the Deathly Hollers, by Jay Kay Rawling…”