I have copies of the book. In my hands. After all these years. With all the art. All the words. (Well, all the words but the never-seen x-rated epilogue; ask me about it sometime, maybe over drinks.) Me is happy. Me is very happy. Me is so happy, me is happily happy. Me is. Really.
Now I need to get more copies.
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