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| fc0fdc2 | A smell of burned hair and cotton wafted into the air as I spun toward my desk. There was a low whine from the desk and then smoke billowed out of my closed laptop. I gaped. My precious, perfectly brand new laptop I cherished like one would a small child. Son of a mother... Friend or not, it was so on | humour book-nerd laptop | Jennifer L. Armentrout |