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Watching him type with just two fingers made her skin crawl as if a caterpillar was inching its way up and down her body. How could she deal with this numbskull? She couldn't possibly let him learn typing just to take revenge later, could she?
With her innocent big eyes, she aggressively typed back, "I give up, why don't you just speak to the computer? It has a built-in microphone, I can hear you." She made sure to explain everything because she suspected he didn't understand anything.
"Jesus! Why didn't you just tell me to speak if it was possible? Are you insane?" Yves King rolled his eyes and retorted in a sour tone.