"Where is the universe?"
"
...Dans le dos..." Goes her newly downloaded music. From some random website that she's only 75% sure won't contribute to the impending crash of her computer in about 2-3 years.
Bolivar's systematic conquest of Latin America...
Words float through her mind as she reads to herself, intermingling with the French melodies that she doesn't understand in the least.
The afternoon is quiet and lulling her into a peaceful calm. The room sells like cancer-food with a tinge of outdoor freshness and the clouds dim the sun's malign rays to a soft and misleading off-white gray.
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