There was a time in my life, when I was low on cash. I put up a sign on a bulletin board, at a local college, and said I would type students term papers.
I made decent money. The beauty of an electric typewriter.
One paper I typed was about Camille Saint-Saëns. I really enjoyed typing that paper.
I started writing a short story a half hour ago. I now find typing annoying but I enjoying listening to Saint-Saëns.
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