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She woke up 9 am, found out her glasses under her hip, started the day by turning on the television, watching and not moving. How %#$^! she'd be when the computer frankly is not in the room.
11 am, staring at the clock. Still not moving. Planning everything inside her head.
Switch the channel; 06 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 50 - 55 - 62 - 61, sometimes 07.
Mom called. Messages from friends.
Boil some water, make a glass of milk. She is not a morning person. Blue mug with flowers on it. It's her friend's, she's already passed away.
Back to the channel 06. There it was, her favourite show on that channel that usually showed on tuesday.
Oh, computer, computer. Hear somebody laugh outside.
Remembering yesterday, oh how exciting.

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