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When the computer repairman arrived this morning to look at my
monitor, he said the reason it wasn't working is because it had been stabbed
repeatedly with a butter knife. He could tell it was a butter knife
because there was still some cream cheese in some of the wounds, leftover from
bagel day. He asked me if I had any idea how something like that could
have happened.
I pretended not to know.
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