Put Out Fire
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She lay there, knowing that things would turn out like this, yet she still reached for destruction. Soft music sounded, and a halo of light lit up in the darkness. She closed her eyes and caught the only, beloved face among the sea of countless beautiful faces. "Thoreau - this name means nothing to everyone here, but this is the man who laid the foundation for our current economy. Imagine two hundred years ago. At that time, there were blue skies and green grass everywhere, and everyone was idle. This American named Thoreau idled by the lake for two years and realized a truth - we don't need to own anything at all!" She stopped and thought. Yes, a pen, a real pen, she still typed by handwriting. The process was slow and laborious, but she believed a tangible pen would help her thoughts flow much more smoothly.
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