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Ms. Capalini sat in her office in the back of the workshop, her leather apron and goggles hung near the door. Frowning, she spread the five manuscripts out on the desk, each one still folded and sealed.
“No peeking.” a voice said calmly. Canolli startled as she looked around, then relaxed as Mr. Tenk pointed to the folded papers. “No peeking, there could still be some submissions tomorrow.”
“Evening, Big Man.” She slid the manuscript she’d been fingering the edges of across the desk. Huffing, she got out of the chair and crossed the room to the window, her frustration apparent. “Do you realize we had 17 submissions last year? Illustrations.. It was.. so.. oh I don’t know.. encouraging.” She leaned her forehead against the dirty glass, her breath making the window pane fog a little.
“You gotta have patience. Could be last minute entries..”
Canolli stared out the window for a few minutes, watching the plumes of smoke from neighboring factories rise over the skyline. Sighing, she began to turn from the window. “I just feel like no .. one… cares…..” her voice trailed off as she realized she was standing in the room alone.
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