Her shell still sits in the corner of my room.My new PC has become her little sister.I scolded her when she got a virus and pulled her power. It was like I had physically treaded on her.A large, ugly crack ran through her display.One day, I accidentally stepped on her while I was cleaning my room.Even still, I continued to use her.My girl really was a blockhead. I had to use Ctrl+Alt+Del every single day.When I'd get fed up with her, I would think, "Maybe I should just trade her out for a Mac."Strangely, she did her job diligently.Is it...Is it all done?After a short while, I told her to transfer all the files she held deep in her heart to an external disc.And then she died.
