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  • I'm embarrassed to say that I, someone who despises anything with a screen, use my computer ALOT. It's an old computer, and old version of computer, and my dad's old computer, which he generously passed down to me. Since then I have loaded it with very important files, such as the entire novel that I am writing, school essays, and drawings. Now, I try to be nice to my computer. A fair-sized chunk of my life is embedded in it's fragile memory. And since making my mom's labtop fry up (with too many cowbird stories, I'm sorry to say) I have been cautious with computers. My old version has an uncomfortably loud fan, which freaks me out every time, because it sounds exactly as if the whole thing's going to blow up. And if the computer's hyperventilating gets even more stressful, I freeze what i'm doing, turn it off, and let the computer sleep and cool down for another day. As soon as the screen goes black, though, I always kiss the computer, the plastic hot on my lips, and whisper, "thank you, computer. What would I do without you?" Well, it's true. Be good to your computer, and it won't let you down. Even a computer needs a little kiss sometimes.
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