HAS THE NEW YORKER REJECTED YOU? READ ON.

Remember when you submitted that SUPER WITTY piece of prose to The New Yorker? And a few months later you got a response in the mail and had a 30 second celebratory dance party in your kitchen? But then the letter's all like, "Settle down, pal. It was not without its charms, but mostly it sucked ass" (I'm paraphrasing here). 

Then you got weepy and maybe listened to Dust in the Wind while stashing the rejection letter into your Sad Drawer? 

Well now's your chance to resurrect that dejected piece of work! Someone wants your cast off piece of literary failure! Because chances are, it probably doesn't suck THAT MUCH.

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