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(You may use it for free only once, then throw away your copy.)
Methinks my fair mother is too culturally sophisticated. Indeed, she is, for we have seen a fair amount of plays of Shakespeare—that prolific bard—in the last fortnight. Alas! Alack! She has banned me from the pleasant diversions of the modern computer—oh, wondrous invention! She has separated me from my box of x. Are we never to be together again? Oh, cruel fate! Cruel mother! But I will be brave for in only a few days—which must, by course, seem almost like eternity—I will pass a week’s time with my goodly grandparents. Oh, happy day! For they are modern people who have computers and a box of x. I shall hide my impatience, endure the torment my mother lays upon me and then: Joy! Happiness! I can’t wait.