My downstairs computer is broken and I don't know if it can be saved. I suppose if it is really and truly dead then what was on it isn't supremely important but I won't be happy. At least I have the laptop to keep in contact with the world.
And you know, we have been leaving Tug inside while it's been cold out this winter. I'll bet he's been going on the InterWeb and going to places he shouldn't have. What else does he have to do all day? And now he's messed up my computer. No more Net surfing for you, Tuggy.
Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster
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