Chloe sighed as she shut her math book, Metal Santa's "Jesus Ate My Beef" blaring on the radio. "I can't do math like this," she moaned, "I need the hum of my computer to concentrate and stuff." She pouted, looking at the barren, burnt area on her desk where her computer had been till it blew up. It would be replaced in a couple of days, but till
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