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Porkchop

Porkchop

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Life was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets.more

Praactice

Praactice

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I do not stare at my finjers when I type. I am su[osed to toucj the keys lightly.more