'Course, he's prone to sticking his nose in my ear, and his breathing sounds like a windy cavern. And he also has a penchant for pressing icy paws against me in winter. But I find that endearing too, in a "dammit, Hobkin!" way. I can't imagine how I ever got by without a skunky toy to sleep with.
54-day personalized reject from Sheila Williams at Asimov's with invite to submit again. That's the best reject I've received from them. But where to send this story next? Hmm.
Words: 1200 on the WIP, 300 on an outline/overview of a short story idea out of the blue.
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