She'd waited in line for two and a half hours in the rain just to see him and get him to sign the book. She had his latest novel in her hand - a brand new hardback copy.
She reached the front of the queue.
"I'm so happy to finally meet you!" she enthused.
"Who's it for?" he asked.
"Me!"
He frowned at her.
"And you are?"
She laughed nervously.
"Oh, silly me! You don't know who I am."
"Look lady, there are others in line beind you. Don't waste my fucking time with small talk."
She left, went home and packed up all the books she owned that he'd written to take to the tip.
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