I can’t even wrap my head around this. You stare back at me, teasing me to touch you, push your buttons, massage a message or sentence out of the pores of this screen just so I can frown, highlight, delete. Stop flashing your cursor at me. Each pending line is vertically winking at me like I’m supposed to be ready to pounce. Instead, I’ll push the screen down and listen to your...
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