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Dear Computer:

It is with a sorrowful and guilt-ridden heart that I pen to you these words, words that I thought I never would myself utter: I am now the owner of an Xbox 360. It entered my home two months prior, and was gifted to me by my very sweet and kindly mother as a Christmas gift. However, that is not to say that this new console was unexpected or undesired; rather, I directly asked her for one, and had been saving money to purchase one had she not complied with my Christmas wishes. The blame for allowing a new Microsoft console to enter my home lies entirely on my shoulders.

And I am very sorry, personal computer.
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The claws of the Lich King are cold, barbed, and have sunk themselves deeply into the flesh of Dear Seris. That, at least, is the way that I like to think of the situation, and would more fully embrace were I a lore fanatic; but I am not, and recognize rather that those claws have sunk so figuratively into my soul so as to be almost literal.
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