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.
I love this!
Nice! I can totally picture her at her typewriter (NOT a computer – I like that twist)
This feels good to read. Somehow manages a ray of sunshine instead of evoking melancholy about broken dreams. I like
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