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10fastfingers dot com, to home where many talented-typists reside and belong and escape solely for the purpose of improving their individual typing speed.
"take my leftover lunch my friend" said the boy who was generously sharing his lunch with a less-fortunate classmate.
Acknowledging that the boy was pretty slim and his stomach was growling, an reason why he would do this was to serve as an algorithmic antic
to free up more time for him to practice his typing on 10fastfingers dot com. The custom texts he made were done sporadically but nevertheless he did
produce some pretty popular ones. So, the boy had a Gold 18-inch MacBook Air laptop that he received as a present the Christmas before. He ordinarily
would practice his typing at home in his room, but today he decided to venture out on a excursion into this brand-new two-story coffee shop which he
learned about on the web when it advertised it's grand opening an couple weeks. Of course he took the bus their and because for one to expect a boy to have his own license and let alone a vehicle is just irrational. Meanwhile, on the bus he left his macbook in his backpack on power saving mode because he din't bring his charger. Too keep himself entertained throughout the bus ride he came equipped with a pleasant novel that was loaded with factual info
coincidentally intertwined with his interest in innovation. After an lengthened bus ride of 40 minutes due to an unexpected vehicle rollover on the road,
(tragic timing) the boy thought of an rough estimate of how long he rode the bus for an came up with an 1 full hour. Needless to say, his guess was slightly over-exaggerated but that's just more evidence for us adults to see how much our sense of timing improves as we grow into greater stages of our lives. Back to speaking about the coffee-shop, when the boy arrived all he could was indulge in the bafflement of the way that spot appeared picture perfect.
He glanced around the entire shop then tilted his vision up to notice an balcony section with windows, he instantly forgot about ordering anything and just fled up the flight of stairs like lightning took out his Gold 18-inch MacBook Air turned it on and wrote this test right here that is being typed but in deceivingly
hid behind the third-person narrative in a way to pretend it wasn't him writing the story all along.
The end!!