Ms. Anabel is frustrated with Twitter. There is a person on this network whom she very much covets, but she cannot touch him. She can follow him, but unless he chooses to follow her, he will never see her there. Like a one-way mirror, she watches his seductive tweets throughout the night, sees into his mind, hears his laughter, his whispered suggestions... but alas, he doesn't know she's there.
Her cat walks across her keyboard, adding more upset.
Anabel is going to draw the curtain over the looking glass for tonight.
Stupid Twitter.
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