write what you know - or not

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Today, Esther is seated in the Plaza, as centrally located as she can possibly get. She's got a desk in front of her with a typewriter on it (don't ask where she found that), and she's got an expectant sort of smile on her face.

She's been feeling better lately, and so she figured she'd do some work of sorts. That's why there's a handwritten sign at the edge of her desk that simply asks:

What's your story?

and in smaller print, adds:

Recent English major will write your story/poem/memoir/etc out via typewriter for a small fee of your choosing. Very skilled with imagery and metaphor.

Any takers?

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[coffee_elf]

"It's a pretty little machine," Rondo says of the typewriter. "But I suppose you can't send articles directly from it. You'd have to scan them into an electronic system first."

Which he can do, fortunately.

He blinks in surprise when she swears, though the curse word doesn't particularly bother him. Her taking the paper out seems to bewilder him, though. "Wait, you have to start the whole page over when that happens? That's...uh, that seems like a lot of work. Do you want me to teach you how to use the word processor on my comm-pad?"

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Esther looks at the comm-pad, then looks back at the typewriter.

"Um, maybe..." Her mouth twists. "I do like my typewriter, but it's terribly annoying when I make a mistake."