None of those. Not here. They’ll throw you out if you do.
I’m serious. Mustn’t do it!
How difficult could it be?
See, words ditto-ing themselves so soon.
But, finished one fourth!
Trying to think thoughts without them.
Fingers fidgeting over the keys.
The first to come to mind, must be thrown out.
Shuffling through the options.
Sighs upon sighs.
Over fifty percent now.
Ooh! Two thirds!
Heh heh, three fourths to the end.
Not much longer, four fifths.
I will do it!
Such silliness to nine tenths.
I’ve found the end.