How are you Mr. Shredder? It's been a decade since I last heard the rhythm of your shears cutting paper into teeny tiny bits and pieces... all these years you spent in solitude, despite standing side by side with the ever popular Mrs. Printer-Scanner. I walk day by day past you, throwing only shadows in your direction.
Now here we are again; you with the same old green and red buttons, and I, wondering how many pages you can bear to take as I drag to your direction, sacks of unread memos and poorly written excuses.
With Love,
Darelam
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