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“What’s not so great is that all this technology is destroying our social skills. Not only have we given up on writing letters to each other, we barely even talk to each other. People have become so accustomed to texting that they’re actually startled when the phone rings. It’s like we suddenly all have Batphones. If it rings, there must be danger. Now we answer, “What happened? Is someone tied up in the old sawmill?” “No, it’s Becky. I just called to say hi.” “Well you scared me half to death. You can’t just pick up the phone and try to talk to me like that. Don’t the tips of your fingers work?”

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Book:Seriously... I'm Kidding
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Ellen DeGeneres

Ellen DeGeneres is an American comedian, television host, and producer, best known for her talk show 'The Ellen DeGeneres Show,' which has been on the air since 2003. She is recognized for her humor, kindness, and for being the first openly lesbian host of a major U.S. talk show. more

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