Around six thirty, Mr. Bertilson's repetetive reloading paid off. Gelenyse-Bertilson had another vote. Mr. Bertilson increased altitude rapidly, and landed on one of the desks. One could hardly blame him. He was in such a frightful way. He grasped the laptop with a grip that would be done injustice to be called merely iron, or even steel. In fact, one could reasonably say, at that time, that the MacBook Pro's aluminum casing was bending!
Mr. Bertilson sat back in the chair, and hunched up his shoulders, and reloaded the page another twenty times. Still no change.
We were honestly worried for his health, and checked the temperature of the room, just in case the cold might be the cause of his constant vibrations.
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