Notes on watching people in airports as they fret about missing a scheduled flight.
In memory of a great cat.
I am a child, and the world is my crib, and everything within it is a toy, to be twisted and pulled, played with and tasted, and bitten, before finally being thrown out of the cot.
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A brief review of some of the CAT packages available on the market for freelance translators.