Harlene falls asleep on her keyboard, a long line of gibberish following the last sentence she had managed on her paper. It was something about madness being the touch of God...she would surely change it when she edited her work in the morning. As she drifted deeply into sleep, Foamy the squirrel ranted his complaints about society in the
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