I knew I should not join Facebook.
Just three days after my unfortunate decision, in fact, after six years of loving, faithful and fruitful life together, my beloved pc I finally ditched. Now I write from a PC to luck, but I know that will never be the same.
How can I ever get used to other features? How I can bear another flavor? How will they ever my fingers caress other keys? What other USB port will never give me the same vibrations that you know me? What other button boot, like yours, when the answer will rise to almost quivering with my middle finger? (So \u200b\u200bmuch rededicated as I did with yours, "the G button).
Yet you tried in every way to make me understand what I was risking, that your pride would not accept some of my choices, that traditional values \u200b\u200bwhich had been brought up your processor would not tolerate the evil of promiscuity virtual membership . But I have been deaf to your warnings and now I've lost forever.
(Jaenada)
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