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Another league of books rallied. They were older warriors, dated reference works sacrificing themselves in aid of their younger sisters and brothers. They clustered into a massive siege cannon, hauling a single thrust against my editor’s whirly-bird.

There was a silent, violent, hilarious explosion. Out of combat my valiant books floated peacefully and safely to the earth’s grassy parts. Nothing of the helicopter and its contents floated away. They simply disappeared.

I gathered an armful of books from the earth and held them to my heart.

My editor was deleted.