Sitting on a no. 14 chair, you typed on a laptop for an hour. I said your frantic clacking sounded like a fountain. When you said you were done I sat on your lap to see what you'd written: I didn't bother to read it but instead went straight to wordcount, and it was 5,227 words and I was impressed. That's like 90 words a minute, I said. I carried you to my parents' bed as you had suddenly grown into a hunched old woman stiff with the burden of prolificity, wrapped in a thin linen shawl. The rest is hazy.
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Sitting on a no. 14 chair, you typed on a laptop for an hour. I said your frantic clacking sounded like a fountain. When you said you were done I sat on your lap to see what you'd written: I didn't bother to read it but instead went straight to wordcount, and it was 5,227 words and I was impressed. That's like 90 words a minute, I said. I carried you to my parents' bed as you had suddenly grown into a hunched old woman stiff with the burden of prolificity, wrapped in a thin linen shawl. The rest is hazy.
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