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I stare at my screen, a blank, clean, white slate. Empty.

"Klaina. Help me!" Klaina looks up from her phone, and shrugs. "I'm here for moral support." She looks over my shoulder, and raises an eyebrow.

"Nothing?"
"Yeah, I've got nothing." I sink down into my chair, dejected. Klaina nods thoughtfully.
"Major case of writers block." Klaina closes my laptop, "So, stop writing."

"I can't." I start to open up my laptop again, slightly annoyed at Klaina. "I need to write."

Klaina shrugs again, and goes back to watching her phone. But out of the corner of my eye, I see her concerned expression.

"Take a walk. Do something, I dunno. Just clear your head. Don't let this bad day turn into a week."
"Yeah. Okay." I eye my keyboard one last time, and type two words.

Just relax.

I shut down my laptop, and swivel around to face Klaina.
"So, where do you want to go?

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