Annoying Wait

There was always something you forget. Even if she did submit a story, even if it was an old one, even if she wrote a new one right now, well into the early hours of the morning, how would she get it in their postbox by 5pm? No, this one, she would have to miss out. Unfortunate, her own fault, but oh well. That was life, right? Opportunities, and failed opportunities. There was always next year. And the year after. In fact, she had seven more times in which to enter. It was just require waiting, that was all. She was used to waiting. Waiting was necessary. And annoying. But she couldn't get it done by tomorrow, and she wouldn't try. Or would she?

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