“Say, what are you doing boarding up your shop?”

“Oh, I used to sell ideas, but I ran out of them. So I’m closing shop, for good.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I hear there’s a farm upstate where all the writers who ran out of ideas are free to frolic all day.”

“Hmm… there’s something you should know about that farm.”

“What’s that?”

“It doesn’t exist. It’s just a tale they tell young writers. You know… so that they have something to look forward to.”

“What am I going to do then?”

“You should open up a new shop.”

“What would I sell? I no longer have ideas.”

“Hope.”

“Hope?”

“Yes, there’s an endless supply, and folks always need hope.”

“That’s a plan. I almost said ‘there’s an idea’ but that’s not possible, because I ran out of them.”

“And I even have a name for you ‘The Hopium Emporium.’”

“That’s snappy.”

“It will be $500.”

“What?”

“My fee. $500. I’m a traveling salesman. I sell plans.”

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