The cursor blinks at me.
I don’t know what to say to answer its question. Do I laugh, or cry? Am I being tested? Should I go running and screaming to the
police to see why this nefarious line insists on stalking me day in and day
out? It never ceases. It is always there, looking at me. Challenging me. Hating me.
And I hate it. Hate it with the
fiery passion of twenty packs of Fire sauce from Taco Bell. That's what it has done to me. Turned me from a sweet, cuddly, bear of a man
into a blinking line hating fool. I hate
you for what you’ve done to me, Mr. Blinky.
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