Eye on the Prize

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(Yes, I typed all of that. No cut and paste for this girlie! And yes, I’m ready for school to be over.

Side note: Does anyone else remember going into stores—Sears was where I would do it, but fill in the blank for yourself—and them having electric typewriters set up that you could test type on? And would you, then, type something over and over? Perhaps something mildly [but not supremely—I was a pretty good girl, for the most part!] offensive?

No?

Me neither.)

…more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more………..

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