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A Typewriter Tale

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The old Remington sat lonely, its keys worn smooth by decades of use. Suddenly, a small blur bounded across the desk and landed with a thump on the keys. It was a monkey, tiny, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He began https://www.facebook.com/hauntedvlogar1

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