The story of a typewriter
Written by: The Boo
I was just an ordinary typewriter fresh out of the Olympia factory in Frankfurt, Germany. When one day I was picked up, put in a case, and shipped to America on a plane. There people gazed at me through the store windows wanting me so bad but knowing that they did not have enough money to buy me. But then one day a lady walked into the shop and said “I want that one” Of course she was talking about me.
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