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Something short, non-discreet, pale, without remorse, absent of sense, grammar, yeah, sense. Great way to practice typing. The only thing I ever learned in school–and very thankful for it! Almost sorry I gave up this form of writing, though. I can still smell the paper, the ink silk, the old metal of the machine. The smell is worth mentioning, btw. A cross between rust, oil and heaven. Just sit at a machine, put in the paper and let your fingers do the… confusing.