She glares at the cursor, irritated by its mocking blink reminding
her she spent too much time using backspace, Facebook and Twitter. Five hours at the desk with only nineteen words
to show for her numb rear and strained eyes. Sure, there had been more words at
certain parts of the day, but in the end only nineteen remained. Sitting back
in her brown leather chair, she imagined how it might feel to take her laptop
outside to run over it with her car a few times, or throw open the window and
hurl it down to the cold hard ground below, or take it out back, toss it on the
old charcoal grill and watch it go up in glorious flames. But, she knew she
would be sorry if she killed her laptop, because while it had been a rough day that hunk of gigabytes
and ram housed pieces of her heart and soul.
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Lillie
