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Letters From the Home Front

My computer is on its way out. This one lasted about a year, which is a record even for me, master of coffee-spillage. I’m not entirely sure what ails the poor fellow, but I suspect the recent incident involving a certain chicken taco or the fact that the hard drive is host to enough software to power a small orbiting satellite had something to do with it.

Alas, I know that a trip to a power-cord superstore, like Superior Purchase, is in my future. Let’s imagine that when I arrive at the Pearly Gates I am greeted in the following fashion: