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I saw her sitting there, at the computer, whit a sad face, near to cry. She was drawing with the mouse.
- What happens? – I asked.
- I have no pulse – she reproached herself.
The drawing was a self-portrait of her, and sad words that sprout around her. Strange thing!, whit all those emotions she drew a little smile at her face. Some people would say that it's hypocrisy , or irony, others that it's lie. A few would say: that's reality.
So I took the mouse and under her drawing, I drew a couple of letters how I could. I wrote: "My mum is very human"
- Ah, – she smiled in relief. – you have no pulse neither.
