My dad had a typewriter, I remember hearing it sometimes late at night. He was working on a novel. He also had an extremely old computer the kind with floppy disks and green type on the black background. He never finished his novel.
I love typewriters. The look, the feel, the connection to the past...remember the time before computers and the internet?
I should borrow Dorothy for a while. I'll treat her nice.
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