The line to park at the convention went for a mile. Miguel had his hundred dollar pre-order autograph ticket, but now he’d be at the back of a huge line to get a signature from his idol, arguably the greatest sci-fi actor ever. It wasn’t about the scrawled name; it was about being in the man’s presence.
Miguel took his place in line and smelled booze. He…
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