The smog that rendered the city so vile prior to "What I learned on the Mountain" was published now had a tranquil quality. Oh the people, were nonetheless as busy and automated as before, but the air in which people carried themselves was different.
At this, Edwin stopped. He stopped at the same place he always has, and with the same feeling he has had since the world was saved, "I love this place."
Edwin's life hadn't changed very much. In fact the only thing that really changed was his life with May. Their lives were less than glamorous, and Edwin was no less the jerk of the office. All things considered, Edwin was happy, as happy as he could be coming home to awkward dirty sex with his wife May, and always going to work in a hell-hole of an office. Everything was right.
There was no book, every copy had been returned, or so Edwin thought.
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I love your alternate ending. Romantic but still real--May and Edwin are perfect counterparts, and anything frilly might make them a little too romantic...
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