Rain tapped on the window pane, a kind of foggy light making all outside objects appear as though painted with water colors. "Ugh! Impossible, I'm completely blocked, out of ideas!" Her dainty fingers lost all form and flopped to her sides as she slouched back into her chair, then flew up again to the keys and typed a few more lines. Determined to deliver the story on time, she pressed onward whispering to herself the old adage, " Where there's a will, there's a way."
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