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The Computer There it sits all quiet and still. You put on a sweater, it doesn't feel the chill. Try giving it data that it will take, it gives you the biggest headache. You think it's easy, click here, drag there. Then it makes you pull out your hair. It's finally done, it works! Although it made you ill. There it sits all quiet and still. |
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