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- Franz and Fritzie Cat lived in a small house near a shallow
- lake under the lip of the volcano. Every day they would waken
- early and step outside to smell the warm, sweet air.
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- One morning in particular, it doesn't really matter which one,
- Fritzie left the lake and the volcano and the warm, sweet air
- and walked to town. Her purpose was clear, her bearing direct,
- and her brow furrowed. "My," she growled, "this is a long way
- to walk to barter for computer parts. If only Franz hadn't
- fried the motherboard when he cooked dinner last night."
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- When she got to town, she discovered a new travail. Ye Olde
- Softwaire Faire had come to town. Hackers were blocking the
- sidewalks, vendors were clogging the streets. But worst of all,
- the computer fix-it shop was closed. "Oh no," she mewed, "now
- I'll have to spend the night talking to Franz. He hasn't been
- separated from his computer in years. What will we talk about?
- Will I still understand him? Will he recognize me?"
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- And back she walked to the volcano and the lake and the small
- house, her shoulders slumped, her step slowed. A hacker's
- wife's life is not an easy one.
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