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Content Editing Example by Jerine Watson Original: My mother was a hypnotist for McDonald's. In 1970, one of the corporation's biggest franchisees, moving millions of burgers in Hollywood, California, feared for their crew leaders. Working 15-hour shifts scattered over nights and days for $3 an hour, some of these so-called managers took on that look of insomniac spookiness that could end with one of them "going postal," the colloquialism which describes what happens when the California penchant for self-expression meets the American fascination with automatic weapons. That wouldn't do. So my mother taught them self-hypnosis. "Twenty minutes trance is worth 4 hours sleep!" Maybe that's why I don't eat Clown meat anymore. When I look at those grinning, unblinking faces, asking, "Do you want fries with that?" Edited version: My mother was a hypnotist for McDonald's.
Approximate Word count = 466
Approximate Pages = 1.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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