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What 2 Words?

The Kids have discovered the dictionary again. 
Can you guess what two words were given to me?

I'll add them to the bottom of the next instalment, so you can try to make up a little snippet of your own.

The only rules are to have fun and no editing. Okay, some. I’ll allow spellings and forgotten punctuation. But I’m trying to get back in the habit of just writing. So, give me a little leniency.

Lir sat idle in front of his now whirring obsolete box of metal parts that did not see fit to aid in his quest so close to his deadline. Sure. He could, and an emphasis on probably should move his arse now could, get up and scour the musty shelves of dead trees for the information he needed. Or maybe even bite the bullet and see the wicked witch of the west wing, Professor Shaw, his mentor and employee of this fine and dusty school library. But nope. Here he sat. Lamenting about a deadline due in 4 hours that he had been on the verge of completing before the tin of junk decided to go on strike and now he cannot remember the last time he saved. Did he even save at all? Lir wasn’t going to take the chance of looking at another computer before this one finally fails and kicks him out. Because, what if opening his account up on a laptop overrides what is happening on here and it deletes all that work that may or may not be saved or set to auto-save. Word now auto-saves. Right? Or was he working on Google, or notes, or Nero? Does his cad programme have an exit save? Lir’s head thunked upon the table. He was never going to swim upstream. He was going to wallow away here in a McDonalds or a Little Chef. No Little Chef no longer exists. Maybe he’d go the way of Little Chef and disappear or like, get eaten by a bear or something. Just as he was about to set off on another spiral he felt a soft shave and a haircut knocked on his skull. “Lir mate. You've been spiralling for two hours. I’ve booted you up on my laptop. You're okay. It all saved. You’ve just got to check you did actually put your name and uni number on it though otherwise you’ll be stuck as a postgrad for another year.”
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