This word, written a hundred times on small pieces of paper and littering my entire office space.


This word, written on a scrolling screensaver, marching across my computer screen. Password changed.


This word, tucked into my files, creeping into my daily life at the most unpredictable of times.

A ransom note like no other. There was no bounty to pay to get the jarring and undesirable word out of my mind. The only cure was time. And a garbage can.

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