Hilary chose a desolate terminal in the back of the PK library and closed out her webmail. "Good, she said. Now I can finally work on my conference paper".
Hilary opened up a blank document but then remembered to send a quick text message about postponing dinner.
The phone in the adjacent terminal beeped immediately. Hilary quietly stretched up to peer over the cubicle wall and a corresponding pair of tigery eyes peered back.
"Silence your phone!" Hilary said brightly. "Can't you see I'm trying to work?"
"Then maybe you should stop "texting" me", the girl retorted.
"Yeah? Maybe you should stop emphasizing "text" with scare quotes", said Hilary, returning to her document.
Three minutes later a black-and-white-picture of an orchestra playing vaccuums and floor waxers fluttered over the cubicle wall. But Hilary's cursor had not moved.
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