Blythe wasn't feel well today, and stayed home from school. She is intently writing a novel and asked if she could work on it on the laptop while I was working on our desktop computer. She was listening to music and feverishly typing away and I had to take a picture or two. I snapped the first one and she looked up, wondering what I was doing. She didn't want me to take her picture and said, "Mom! No paparazzi!" But just like real paparazzi, I continued clicking away. She's a writer--a writer who doesn't like her picture taken.
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