Hey, mom? I need to talk to you for a minute. Well, it's my computer, sort of. No no, I know you're the wrong person to ask. I—ok mom, yes. I promise to call Aunt Clara after we're done. But look, I'm at the airport. No, no troub—well, actually. I don't think I'm going to get home in time for dad's birthday this year. Yeah, really wanted to. But I can't get on the plane because I brought several dozen gun-shaped flash drives for $8, and I have the nice agent's hand in my bottom. Gotta go, mom. Love you! -KW More »
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