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“And Sarah knew that this was death.”

“Damn cliched shit! “

Smith pounded the typewriter with a side of his fist. Forty keys met at the ribbon and stayed there. He untangled the mess and set his mind and fingers to work again, only to find that his typewriter no longer had an l, a, k, or o.

“Fuck! “