Dee heard crickets and leaves rustled by the wind. Traffic, always. The computer's laboring mechanics, always. The fluorescent lights, always. But crickets and leaves and birds, too.
She opened her eyes and tried to really see, but that was more difficult. All Dee saw was MESS and UNDONE and IF ONLY. Dee sighed and closed her eyes again. Crickets, wind blowing softer and harder and softer, a bird.
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