Sunday, June 13, 2010
She pressed crtl s and the memo saved. It had been an hour since he moved automatically down the steep incline into the metro stop. An hour since she had been correcting verbs and descriptions. Suddenly a wet globular drop sat on the v and the c on her keyboard. Again she was alone in the bold crisscross of practical rebellion.
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