Many people in today's society seem to be laboring under the false impression that the highest honor for a journalist is the Pulitzer Prize, or maybe an Edward R. Murrow Award. They're wrong. There is no higher praise than to see a homeless mannequin sleeping on a park bench using the your publication - the very fruits of your pen - as a blanket.
I know how you feel, little guy. It puts me to sleep too.
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