Tag Archives: Dee Wilson

Job Would Be Jealous

Panic rushes through the door the moment I see the blue screen of death on my laptop. “Why did you push that button? Everything is lost [on your hard drive]. I alone have surfaced to tell you.” The next day, … Continue reading →

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