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I was trying to type out a short story today on Microsoft Word 2003 when Microsoft Word 2003's grammar check decided it didn't like the arrangement of one of my sentences. 5 minutes and 13 different arrangements later, the grammar check continued to mock me, saying "Passive Voice - consider revising." My hackles rose and I was thinking I'll show you passive voice when I realized I was about to cuss out a computer.

Can you tell I haven't gotten enough sleep lately?

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