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He died yesterday", she said. My head is in a laptop I see it randomly moving around with the mouse; it's eyes squinting sideways over the premature birth of a poem. "How?" I hear myself say - I have no clue who she's talking about. "You stupid" she replied, "you." I have become a blinking dot of light on a computer screen. The poem is paralyzed now it is never going to learn how to type.