It was so full of typographical and grammatical errors that I could barely read it. We passed those three chapters back and forth between the two of us at least ten times over the next few months. I would mark up the errors. Ron would correct the errors. Ron would create new errors. Then those three chapters would land back on my lap.
Ron kept protesting that those things were not important, that he was interested only in what I thought about the story. I kept insisting that I could tell nothing about the story because the errors were way too distracting. For several months he kept protesting and I kept insisting.
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