The writer stared glumly at the small collection of letters glowing yellow and sharp against the black background, the cursor's measured pulsing inviting another keystroke. With a sigh of resignation, he eventually closed the new document without saving the text.
Well, he decided, the trees are a little safer now, but I still can't write.
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