I'm a dirty little nanny

"Hey! I have something I wanted to show you."

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Not my roommate

"Sure. What is it?" Grabs paper and reads it.

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"It's a rejection from Esquire. They invited me to submit more work. This is why I've been so crazy happy all week.  "

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Still not my roommate.

Strange look.
And another strange look.
"Which story was it?"

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Whilst pondering the succession of strange looks I say, "Adaptation. The one where the girl licks the lollipop."

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Nope.

Another strange look. "Okay."
And we part ways.

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Later, I realized I forgot a key bit of information.

Esquire is a big, big writing credit. They publish fiction. Not porn but true and tried literary fiction. A lot of famous writers have gotten a start through esquire.

However, by neglecting to mention this, my roommate probably thought I was flaunting an almost sale of porn. Telling him it's the one where the girl licks the lollipop nothing to clear things up. Perhaps he even though lollipop was a euphemism.

But the most important detail is that Esquire sent me a personal rejection. They asked for more work and gave me some guideline information should I ever submit anything ever again.

Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!