We went for a library tour last week. It was necessary, you see. Six wholesome levels of T.L. Robertson.
But the networks are failing. And I lost 49 out of 50 pages of printing quota. Cissssss. Because it didn't go into queue.
I just realised that I'm carrying a lot of magnets. More precisely, magnetic cards. All our cards here are magnetic. And I mean ALL. Even a fake card (which is really just a little booklet) has a fake magnetic strip behind.
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