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I couldn't get a signal on the computer to find the number of the theater to find out the times of the movie on Friday. "When I get home I'll go on their website and call them," I grumbled.
"I do have a phone book," she said. "It's white and it has numbers in it. I'm even in it."
Later, she read aloud from her hand written stories. I typed them into my computer. "Wouldn't it be faster to xerox it?" she asked.
"Who's old tech now?" I answered.