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New PC.

Need Vista? Oh-kaaaay.

Windows 10? 

Maybe you’d be interested in Windows 7,

Oh- Windows Express

Gawd, that was a mess.

Maybe you’d be interested in an 8 track

while you’re at it.

And make sure this model has a drive

for a floppy disk.

I know you still have a drawer full.

The sales clerk nobly doing a verbal dance

trying to not use the word “obsolete”

like I did. 

Me?

I’ll be where you told me to go.

“Somewhere where they have flowers.”

Well, no. 

Best Buy doesn’t have flowers. 

Text me when your done. 

I’ll be at Starbucks. 

MVP

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