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The toolbar at the top—File, Edit, View—suddenly feels like the rigging of a ship. The "Comments" button in the top right glows like a lantern in a window on a Greek island at midnight. We are not in the cloud anymore. We are on a boat, drifting on a wine-dark sea of bandwidth and nostalgia.
It is her. She is here. She is in the document.
Suddenly, the "Share" button feels oppressive. It lists the names: Viewer, Commenter, Editor. Who has the right to edit the past? Who has the privilege to comment on the ruin of a relationship?