.Cursor-y.

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(Inspired by TODAY-THIS-DAY-RIGHT-HERE!, when I spilt a drop – one single drop! – of water on my touchpad, dried it off carefully with a finger, and then suddenly had to wage war on my laptop as the cursor grew a life on its own, moving and clicking random shit until I finally managed to shut it down – talk about panic; what if it had deleted my novel and short story folders right before my very eyes!?)