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"Out of my-click-thoughts! You-click-are part of my-click-existence, part of myself. Click-You-click-have-click-been in every line-click-I have ever-click-read, since I first-click, click-came-click-here..."-click. My. head. jerks. up. from. my. reading. to. find. the. perpetrator. They. lounge., leisurely., pen. poised. in. hand., their. finger. twitching. incessantly. up. and. down. on. it. My. eyes. leap. back. to. my. book., each. word. read. is. replaced. with. a. click., pounding. against. my. eardrum., clamoring. around. and. around. inside. my. skull. A. torturous. metronome. to. my. life. I. blink. hard. with. every. snap. tap. crack., glaring. daggers. at. their. finger. dancing. over. the top. of. the. pen. I. will. the. object. to. leap. from. their. hands. and. click. cliCK. CLICK. itself. right. against. their. thick. head.
A. unaffected. friend. turns. to. speak. to. me., utterly. oblivious. to. the. snaps. cracks. pops. acting. as. an. unwanted. period. in. every. word., every. syllable., every moment. of. every. sentence. she. says. The. taps. vibrate. to. the. very. core. of. my. bones., make. me. clench. my. jaw., force. my. fingers. to. tap. along. with. the. beat. My. hand. slams. down. on. the. table. causing. the. alleged. clicker. to. jump., startled. into. silence. Their wide eyes turn towards me full or oblivious innocence. I force a smile through gritted teeth, "could you please stop that?" mock sweetness oozes from my words. I watch with dark glee as they nod and place the pen silently on their desk, to its grave.
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