This is Molly, updating her blog:

"Tappity tap tap tap tappity tap tap tap tappity. Tappity tap tap tap tappity tap tap tap tappity. Tappity tap tap tap tappity tap tap tap tappity. Tappity tap tap tap tappity tap tap tap tappity."

Except that she's not really even pressing down on the keys. She's so silly. But she has nothing to say except,
'one minute we speak of the color of fruit, the next of love. how does that happen?'

Oh, Mr. Thornton. We empathize.