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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Living dangerously for half a minute by vibing to something on Soundcloud while my volume's at 37. Earphone'd, frying my temporal_lobe. Soundcloud is loud; the volume should be 25 or less. 40-50 is good for YouTube or tutoring.
The BestBuy guy upsold me on this machine by saying "oh, the sound's good." He was right. (He didn't say that the Acer cord/adapter thingies wore out ridiculously fast, but anyway.)
My brother, when he's home, wants to use this laptop to listen to the Prancing Pony podcast (all things Lord-of-the-Ringsian). Reluctantly I relinquished it one time and found him reclining on the chair behind it while flossing his teeth, unwittingly spitting on my keyboard. He flosses his teeth very vigorously.
"No, no, no" objected the sister, making a disgusted face and going at it with a tissue.
The brother objected to her assertion that he was indeed propelling spit, but, when presented with evidence, made the concession of turning the machine around.
I miss him. Why does everyone keep leaving? Including my hat, which I left in the metro, and my falling-apart sandals. Well, computer, don't fail me. I need your voluptuous volume.
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