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Printing Paper.

In the computer shop in the middle of town there was a sale going on. I thought that this was an opportunity to get a few CD ROMs and some paper for my printer plus a few ink cartridges. Wandering around the shop I saw many things to interest me such as electronic games among other things. I arrived at the counter where the ink cartridges were for sale and bought two black ink and two coloured cartridges. My next move was to look for the printing paper. Printing paper comes in packs of two hundred sheets or five hundred sheets. Looking at the different trade names I decided to take a pack of two hundred from a firm that made the paper sheets in Sweden.

I made my way home with my ink and my printing paper, I am not as young as I used to be and carrying the ink and sheets of paper was very tiring. Putting my shopping on the kitchen table I made myself a cup of hot sweet tea and sat down in my armchair to have a well earned rest. Drinking my hot sweet tea my eyes fell on the pack of printing paper. In large letters were the words Printing Paper the rest of the writing was in I take it to be Swedish. I did not understand the writing and gave it no more thought.

Later I made myself a light lunch and went to my computer to write a story. I wanted to print the story out for the local school and saw that I had no more paper left in the printer. I tore open the package of printing paper from Sweden and placed about a hundred and fifty sheets of the paper in the printer. To my surprise as I wrote hitting the keys of the keyboard the printer started writing. I had not switched the printer on and wondered whether I had a virus in my computer software that was causing the printer to write. I stopped my typing on the keyboard and concentrated my attention on the printed-paper coming out of the printer. The speed that the printer, printed was such, as I have never seen before. I stopped writing and concentrated on the printed sheets of paper. The printer was printing a full-length novel. From what I was able to read the novel was about unrequited love. Rather sad I thought. The printer has stopped its printing and I took the printed sheets of the novel to my old armchair and read the novel through. This I thought did not come from my brain if ever I write a novel it will be a happy work. This was sad and not my style at all, the printer had not only printed the sheets of paper but had numbered them. Re-reading the novel I decided that it was too sad to be sent to an editor and threw the novel into the waste paper basket. I will definitely not buy any more Swedish paper sheets for my printer who knows what will come out as the next novel. Bern