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Over-Head Projectors


At some point in time over-head projectors were what everyone used.

Nowadays you find them sitting in a corner where no one pays attention to it.

As the years drag on the only thing it ever does it watch people pass by without even noticing it.

Every so often it screams when someone runs into it and it moves.

After a couple of years sitting in the corner it finally gets to move.

But the only place it moves to is in a closet with all the rest of the forgotten projectors.

As it is there it slowly falls asleep after years being awake for nothing.

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Megan Lampard

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