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March 29, 2013
Once again she is found hunched over her laptop. The way her back arcs hints that she'll be one of those old ladies whose cane and chin will be measured at the same elevation.

Her palms appear to be glued to the keyboard. Her fingertips reach to form words that form sentences that form outlines, essays, emails, resumes, articles, screenplays, 100 word blurbs, and pleads for help.

Every once in a while her right hand will unstick itself and deliver to her lips a liquid whose flavor resembles water more so than the peach-green tea that the box promised.