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Back to Jacob typing at the terminal. Finger-thinking, toe-twitching rhythm; like the President of the United Federation of America, Jacob can't stop tapping his toes, his pieds , even when going to sleep. Sometimes his entire knee shakes, and his dent clatter, the desk moves... then a finger slips, and he types I rather than U, wrong lettre right next to I on the keyboard, and then he has to calm down and do the spelling correction. |
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