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MY FUCKING COMPUTER CRASHED. Oh, no, wait - not the computer, it didn't. It's all safe and sound. ONLY THE FOLDER WITH ALL MY TEXTS AND STORIES AND FICS AND RANDOM SCRIBBLINGS AND PLOT BUNNIES AND SHORT STORIES AND DRABBLES AND BLOODY AWESOME FIC IDEAS AND FINISHED FICS AND HALF-FINISHED FICS AND WHAT-THE-FUCK-EVER. MY WRITING FOLDER CRASHED. IT'S GONE. IT'S ALL GONE. BUH-BYE. FAREWELL FOREVER.

IT CRASHED. IT'S GONE.

I FEEL LIKE KILLING SOMETHING. NO, I REALLY DO. REALLY REALLY REALLY. I JUST
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Oh, wait, wait wait wait!!!!
If this bloody computer did as it was supposed to, THERE SHOULD BE A SAFETY COPY OF IT ALL ON THE OTHER COMPUTER. OH MY GOD.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let there be a safety copy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!