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list number 2; rejected

Hmmmmm ... another rejection from McSweeney's, but the surprising thing about this one is that it's worded differently from the last (see 'list; rejected') ... I'm probably reading too much into it, however, and this editor just has the good grace or creativity to alternate between electronic rejection slips ...

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Date: April 18, 2006 1:47:52 PM EDT (CA)
To: lists@mcsweeneys.net
Subject: lists / SHOPPING LIST FOR MY PITY PARTY


SHOPPING LIST FOR MY PITY PARTY

* party streamers, wet

* party hats, half-singed, extra-small

* one marble cake, footprint in icing

* paper plates, extra flimsy

* one stripper, extra Polish

* one cup heavy whipping cream

* one jar no-name maraschino cherries

* one cd, slightly scratched

* one soul, lightly beaten

* one teaspoon salt, for wounds

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From: lists@mcsweeneys.net
Date: April 24, 2006 4:16:37 PM EDT (CA)
Subject: RE: lists / SHOPPING LIST FOR MY PITY PARTY

Darryl, I'm passing on this. Thanks for the chance to see it though.
Best,
Benjamin Cohen

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  1. Anonymous7:24 pm

    How do I get an invite to this party?

    McSweeney's is crazy.

    MB

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