She, being rather tired and mildly ineducable in her middle-age, decided to forgo tweets or twitter. The sound of sparrows chirping amid snowy tree branches in Montreal was enough for her. Sitting cross-legged was manageable but she felt its relationship to tweeting was deeply suspect, and surely her thoughts were often too heavy to allow levitation. If only twitter didn't involve mysterious words such as “hashtag,” and use symbols once reserved for exclamations of censored profanity! @ or # in front of word made it all seem so cluttered, and her desk held as much disorder as she could stand.
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