So I work on my history paper for five hours and in the morning at seven a.m. I discover that all of my work is gone. I'm never using a PC again.
And our punk-rock neighbor with the black hair and the sweet bulldog is gone and Sonya is back. She's been pounding nails into the walls all morning while I was wasting post-its trying to find all of my citations again.
And our punk-rock neighbor with the black hair and the sweet bulldog is gone and Sonya is back. She's been pounding nails into the walls all morning while I was wasting post-its trying to find all of my citations again.
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