I had the document on Zoho. Did a quick spot-check, fell in love with the story all over again, printed it, stapled it to the entry form, and handed it to the creative writing instructor.
And then what little sanity I have returned. I answered a few questions from the CWI with a sick feeling in my stomach, and I couldn't ask for it back.
The die is cast.
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