Gregg Pitman: The third "g," the double on the end, is not a misspelling. That is how you spell my name. I am a bastard. My father was visiting stenography instructor, my night school mother's teacher at Winesburg's Business Athenaeum. I was conceived in the simulated office suite on the second floor whose desks had all been graffitied with the swooping swooshes and schwa strokes of its students studying Shorthand.
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Note: "This story is exclusively available in the anthology, Winesburg, Indiana, published by Breakaway Books, an imprint of Indiana University Press, in the spring of 2015. Available wherever fine books are sold, borrowed, or used as dowry."
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