Aint she grand? She's fresh off the DHL truck. Because I am quite fond of naming inanimate objects, I insisted that she have a name. So, meet "Kiwi". She is green and shiny and new and amazingly fast. But she isn't mine. She belongs to my teenager, who, I am greatly hoping, will once and a while be generous enough to share. I have dreamed of having my own laptop. I am still dreaming. My teenager is living my dream, as we speak.
If you need me, I'll be over here on my desktop. The one that is seven years old. And does not have a name. Oh how I want to be fifteen for a day!
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