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Lousy Connection
- Kathryn Rickards
- Oct 5, 2015
- 1 min read
Whenever I pick up a pen it feels like my hands aren't part of me, like somewhere along the stretch of neurons from my brain to my fingers the connection was dropped. Somewhere, part of me is on the telephone, trying to make a call that won't go through.
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