So this year I (re)learned how to type. It all started because I wanted a cute keyboard with cute keycaps. I had lugged around a cheap, hand-me-up Kensington for years. Considering how much I work and ...
The man who taught me to type was at least 100 years old at the time of my instruction. He wore thick, purple sunglasses that completely hid his eyes at all times. His long, white beard rippled as he ...
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