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                <![CDATA[<B><I>Excerpt from<BR><FONT SIZE="+1">WILD CARDS XVIII: INSIDE STRAIGHT<BR>coming in 2007 from Tor Books </FONT><BR> <BR>
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<CENTER>Jonathan Hive Sells Out!<BR>
By Daniel Abraham</CENTER>
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	Jonathan went over the release form again, flipping the paper back and forth.  The time he'd spent trying to parse memos from senate campaigns just didn't help much when it came to these west coast entertainment wonks.  The whole point of the exercise, after all, was to get something he could write about.  If the first thing he did on day one was sign away his rights, he might as well go fill out an application at Starbucks and be done.
<BR>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked up and down the parking lot.  Great silver buses and trucks filled the place, sound equipment and shoulder-mounted cameras making their way to the secular cathedral of Ebbets Field on the backs of scrungy-looking technicians.  A folding table had been set up with a tarnished coffee service and a few boxes of donuts.  Several of the other prospective contestants were milling around, trying to size each other up.
<BR>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Is there a question I can help you with?" the flunkie asked through a practiced smile.  She was early 20s, hatchet-faced, and mean about the eye.  Normal-looking people who lived in the beauty pits of Hollywood too long seemed to get that feral I'm-not-a-supermodel-but-I-might-kill-one look after a while.
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