Clack Clack

Two stories up, three from the top, she tried to peck out a life for herself one character at a time. Her typewriter would be her freedom.

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  1. This feels good to read. Somehow manages a ray of sunshine instead of evoking melancholy about broken dreams. I like 🙂

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