My best friend had to sell his computer because he had some financial problems so I told him that he could use my laptop. A couple of days aho, I had to use the laptop and I noticed that it was full of pornographic videos and had a virus. I talked to my friend about this issue and he told me that he was going to fix it but then he dropped the laptop so it got chipped. I'm mad about this, but my friend is still in economic problems. What do you recommend?
Edward
21 de marzo de 2009
12 de marzo de 2009
Story
It was a rainy night, everything was pitch dark, the metal-like smell of the blood was in the air, which was thick because of the gunpowder, yet everything was quiet, strangely quiet. Suddenly a person moves; slowly recovers the feeling of his body and touches the pocket inside his coat, just to make sure that the paper is still there. He was wounded but it wasn’t too bad
The hands of our character were shaking, but he was alive. His name was Kurt Sinclair and he was an FBI agent, unfortunately that seemed to be his curse. He had an important mission that was classified, for now that wasn’t as important as staying alive
Quickly he took the keys of his car and went out of his house. He knew the mob was after him and next time he wouldn’t be so lucky. He made sure that nobody was near him; he started the car and went away really fast. He drove to General Richard Armstrong’s house to receive further instructions
The music in the radio was disturbing so he changed the station over and over again hoping to find something relaxing; the luck wasn’t on his side so he turned the radio off. He was about to get to the house when a bright light blinded him. The house exploded so he got out of the car and ran towards the sinister. The house was burning and the body of the general was lying in the grass, he was barely alive. The general gave him instructions to deliver the paper to a spy that lived next to the dock and then died in Kurt’s arms
Kurt was shocked and very sad, he took a cigarette box out of his pocket, his hands were shaking badly and he couldn’t light a cigarette, finally the cigarette was lit and the smoke relaxed him, suddenly the lighter fell of his hands for no apparent reason but the sound produced before the lighter fell off his hands was familiar; a sniper. Quickly he ran and took cover, his car was far from him and the sniper could hit him, a race against death could be dangerous. “Don’t run from a sniper, you’ll die tired” were the words that he repeated in his mind.
The house exploded again, and Kurt ran as fast as he could, fortunately he made it and got inside his car, the rear windshield broke after the impact of a bullet and he stepped on the gas. He made was alive once again but for how long? Quickly he drove to the dock and got inside the house of the spy, when the spy opened the door Kurt kicked it with all his strength. When the spy was on the ground Kurt pointed a gun into his face and threw the paper next to him.
The spy smiled and he said, calm down Kurt I’m not the enemy, slowly he took the letter and started to read, his face had an angry look. What is it? -Kurt asked-
This paper contains the data to make the new bio weapon, this could mean the destruction of the human race, and no one should read this. So they threw the papers into the fire and nobody knew their secret
The end
I give myself a 23
The hands of our character were shaking, but he was alive. His name was Kurt Sinclair and he was an FBI agent, unfortunately that seemed to be his curse. He had an important mission that was classified, for now that wasn’t as important as staying alive
Quickly he took the keys of his car and went out of his house. He knew the mob was after him and next time he wouldn’t be so lucky. He made sure that nobody was near him; he started the car and went away really fast. He drove to General Richard Armstrong’s house to receive further instructions
The music in the radio was disturbing so he changed the station over and over again hoping to find something relaxing; the luck wasn’t on his side so he turned the radio off. He was about to get to the house when a bright light blinded him. The house exploded so he got out of the car and ran towards the sinister. The house was burning and the body of the general was lying in the grass, he was barely alive. The general gave him instructions to deliver the paper to a spy that lived next to the dock and then died in Kurt’s arms
Kurt was shocked and very sad, he took a cigarette box out of his pocket, his hands were shaking badly and he couldn’t light a cigarette, finally the cigarette was lit and the smoke relaxed him, suddenly the lighter fell of his hands for no apparent reason but the sound produced before the lighter fell off his hands was familiar; a sniper. Quickly he ran and took cover, his car was far from him and the sniper could hit him, a race against death could be dangerous. “Don’t run from a sniper, you’ll die tired” were the words that he repeated in his mind.
The house exploded again, and Kurt ran as fast as he could, fortunately he made it and got inside his car, the rear windshield broke after the impact of a bullet and he stepped on the gas. He made was alive once again but for how long? Quickly he drove to the dock and got inside the house of the spy, when the spy opened the door Kurt kicked it with all his strength. When the spy was on the ground Kurt pointed a gun into his face and threw the paper next to him.
The spy smiled and he said, calm down Kurt I’m not the enemy, slowly he took the letter and started to read, his face had an angry look. What is it? -Kurt asked-
This paper contains the data to make the new bio weapon, this could mean the destruction of the human race, and no one should read this. So they threw the papers into the fire and nobody knew their secret
The end
I give myself a 23
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