Text conversation:
Me: This page is very white and blank. *glares at it*
B: Quick! Type your favorite word on it.
Me: *does*
B: See? You can't glare at your favorite word.
And she's right. And the page isn't blank anymore. And I can probably just do a "Find/Delete" on all instances of "defenestration" before I call this manuscript done.
The
no-longer-blank page now has 200 words it didn't have 20 minutes ago.
Only one of them refers to throwing someone out of a window.
The Shark Is Closed for Queries
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