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*slams laptop closed* This'll never work!

What won’t work?

Trying to get this story to make sense and it won't work. The pieces aren't falling into place.

I hate to scrap something, but I'm ready to set this on fire. Which is touch on a laptop...

You probably shouldn't do that.

I didn't throw it.

Well, that's something, I suppose. I would hate for you to break it.

And I bought a heavy duty machine. For the traveling. *sighs* And it's not as satisfying as throwing a pencil.

You could still throw pencils.

*looks around for a minute, as if she expects one to appear* Would need to go to the store. Big box of yellow #2s?

Naturally.

You'd indulge me, wouldn't you? Rather than just telling me to mind my temper.

You know I would. You've indulged me often enough.

*laughs* Fine. Please get me a gross of, no, a half gross of yellow #2s and a half gross of ridiculously colored pencils. All for snapping in frustration. And I promise to write you at least...five dirty poems with the pieces.