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| Oh, VIC-20, we must void the transaction of our love and reboot before my husband the Commodore finds out. | |
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| Oh, TRS-80, if you could zoom in 150% on my hard drive, you would see that you fill my memory banks. | |
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| VIC, I remember the night that we used Kiwi polish to buff each other until dawn, that weekend in Hawaii, but we must not dwell, we must move on. | |
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| I try to reboot my love for you, but all I get is an SQL Error. I can not forget you. My quota for you is unsatiable. | |
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| Oh, no! VIC! The Commodore must have sabatoged you. NOOOOO! | |
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| Ack...unsaved files ...deleting... unauthorized shutdown. TRS, use your ...X-ray scan to find ...the will in..my office. CTRL+ALT+DELETE. Ack. | |
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