There's an extinct sound. The bell at the end of the line, and the carriage return. Scenes in newsrooms, and private eye's offices were always puncuated with that sound. And ashtrays on all the desks! Don't you wish your typewriter had a memory like the abandoned laptops of today will have.
By people who like to say Shitpoke. It's a whole other bird, Shitpoke.
There's an extinct sound. The bell at the end of the line, and the carriage return. Scenes in newsrooms, and private eye's offices were always puncuated with that sound. And ashtrays on all the desks! Don't you wish your typewriter had a memory like the abandoned laptops of today will have.
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