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So Many Words

Tue, 1 Nov 2011, 06:39 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

We were trying to figure out what to say. What to put into the memo. What was important. And what was not.

I was at the whiteboard jotting down ideas, drawing pictures of how our argument should look. She was typing into a laptop and poking holes in my scribbles and sketches, adding points that I had forgotten.

Then we switched places.

She stood at the board for a while. I sat at the table and typed. And then, having finished the bulk of our work, we switched places again.

“Can we go home?” I asked.

She looked at what I had written.

“Not yet. I need to insert a few commas. So many words, you know.”

I turned to look at her—whatever. I wanted to go home. So I turned to the blackboard and erased our trails while she sat back at the laptop.

When I finished and the board was clean again, I turned around.

“Hmph,” she said. “It doesn’t need commas, afterall.”

And then we went home.

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