He peers past me and into my dorm room. “What the hell kind of computer is that?” I clear my throat. “My computer.” “It looks like it’s from 2005.” “Actually, it’s 2007,” I correct. “And it works just fine.” Granted, ‘fine’ was a low bar, considering it took at least twenty minutes to get from the home screen to Internet Explorer, and the device’s still running Windows Vista.
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