My mobile phone isn’t compatible with Instagram, alas. My phone is merely average rather than smart.
I have a writing challenge nonetheless, though. Little Trouble seems to think it’s his job to help me write today by stepping on the keyboard, batting at the power cord, jumping on my shoulder, or standing on my lap so I can’t see the screen. I carry on in spite of his “assistance.” I merely moved to the local branch library.
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