This site purports to be a kind of sting on an unscrupulous publishing company, but the electronic vigilante-ism doesn’t amuse me half as much as the fake manuscripts they’ve submitted:

“You’re a beautiful friend,” Yvonne sighed. “But what Roberto and I share are more beautifully beautiful than our commonly beautiful friendship.”

Callie rubbed her suddenly throbbing head with her fingertips in slow, two-and-three-quarter inch circles. “Fine,” she half-spat, one-quarter shrieked, one-quarter shouted, and she snatched her coat from the couch. She flung open the door and stormed outside, her bosom heaving with rage, stopping only long enough to smash a twinkling Christmas light with the heel of her shoe.

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