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Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

My mouse is dying, it falls off at the edges. The track is weak, my fingers can move the curse but not make it change anything. I need a new mouse. I order one on the friday and it rings the doorbell on Monday, Mourning. In between I TAP TAP TAP with my thumb, and by the Sunday C5 and 6 are crackling against my pillow. Racing down my arm and back up, I feel like a broken collarbone. The new mouse has a little button on it, up and down so smoothly. If C5 and 6 can speak to my thumb, it seems, my thumb can reply.