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exclamations
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klairchen
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I stare, frustrated, at this keyboard. What a limited series of letters and symbols. I want to copy my contained joy, my sorrow, my remembrance, my restlessness, my exuberance, my grief, my tiredness, my....everything, sometimes. But all I see is this keyboard. And all I manage to copy are a few broken shadows. I want to tear this keyboard apart into pieces of plastic and throw them into the wind. But that wouldn't be economical or fair to the environment. So instead I make these simple exclamations like "yes" or "nnnyeah" or "sigh". They don't suffice, I know that, but they are better than real sentences, I suppose. Sigh.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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