an odd moment in a blocked writer's day
Clicking is much more mechanical than the sound of ink gliding over a white page. It also isn’t as strenuous with a much easier motion of fingers and forearms. It’s more of a beat than it is a melody, with slamming fingertips against the silvery, sleek, shiny buttons slightly glazed with a layer of fingerprints. I don’t use my whole body, looking
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