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She turned it on. Now, the number pad on an external keyboard could move the cursor. But she didn’t have an external keyboard. She had a broken trackpad and a ticking clock. She closed the lid, took a breath, and drove the hour into town to the only 24-hour petrol station. She bought a cheap, wired USB mouse. It felt like a betrayal of everything elegant and minimalist about her MacBook. It was grey, lumpy, and had a little red LED that glowed like a demonic eye.

Her novel was due in six days.

For two days, she wrote with the mouse. The killer’s monologue was typed. The final clue was discovered. Detective March pulled the gun. The lighthouse beam swept across the churning sea. macbook trackpad broken