If you've read this blog, you've noticed that Massey and I had a little, er...disagreement. Well, the old girl's up and running, and hasn't tried to hit me in the face since this morning. In all honesty, Massey is the best desk fan (and only desk fan) I've ever had. I love her. I can't sit at my desk knowing that she's mad at me. So, I think I owe her an apology.
Massey, I understand why I hurt your feelings. You knew that it was getting too hot in the room, and that I needed a bigger fan that could circulate more air. Well, Massey, I don't care if you can't circulate as much air as a giant fan. You'll always be my favorite desk fan, even when we fight. That big fan means nothing to me; it's just a tool to get what I want. I'm sorry, Massey. REALLY sorry. Please forgive me. I...I love you.
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