You’re bobbing your head to the “That 70’s Show” theme-song as I stare at the blank computer screen. You tap out a rhythm on my knee and glance at my hands.

“You’re not writing.” You say, reaching over and hitting a few keys.

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Quarrelling two actualize antithesis three.

“I’m thinking.”

“You could write about me.”

That’s original. My screen saver starts up, multicolored bubbles bouncing in front of my screen. I wait till the yellow one hits the corner before I tap the track pad on my laptop. And there it is:

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Quarantined two always ask three.

I begin a story about you.

Daniel is tall, he is watching me type this...He is smiling. He is laughing. He is telling me to quit. He says I’m ridiculous.

This story won’t make it two sentences in my class tomorrow.

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Questions: two, answers available: three.

I lean back against the cushion and shut my computer.

I suppose this will have to do.