Geread was tired of faking it any longer.
Somehow he had managed to get himself elected mayor because, of all things, he'd won the grand prize on Jeopardy's Tournament of Champions so, at the time, people thought he was pretty damn smart.
Unfortunately, his local community was having a hard time believing him.
So here he was, holed up in his office, consumed by unnecessary knowledge of foliage, rare birds and Elizabethan poetry as he paced day in and day out without a frikkin clue.
Geread leaned against the glass and looked out.
A year and change after the election, he knew he'd failed and the only thing that would make him feel better was filling out an online application to Wheel of Fortune.
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