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Adorable Pink Keyboard and Mouse Review (It Has Typewriter Keys)

Photo Source: Author Photo Source: Amazon While FD's pink wireless keyboard and mouse are adorable and definitely aesthetic, the set has some serious issues. Here's my review of Amazon's pink MoMoOne Wireless Keyboard and Mouse combo. Note: this pink keyboard and mouse set is currently sold out, but the blue and white version is available. I ended up not loving this product, and bought this replacement pink keyboard instead. If you are looking for a keyboard and mouse combo that is stylish and functional, the FD Wireless Keyboard Mouse Combos Set is the perfect option. This set is designed for both PC and Mac users. The keyboard has a slim design that makes it easy to take with you on the go, and the mouse has an ergonomic design that provides extra comfort. Plus, this keyboard and mouse combo set is very affordable at $35. Aesthetics The aesthetic light pink color on both the keyboard and mouse is adorable. I love it. Honestly, if the keyboard and mouse worked as well

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There she sat in the back of that silver Grand Marquis, six years old and moving for the third time. This time it was off to Texas; where obviously they still rode horses into town and everyone wore chaps and spurs, plus it took them three days just to get introductions out of the way because of their Gone with the Wind southern drawls. Upon arriving to her new home, she couldn't even find one single wild west saloon or tumble weed on the horizon. Everything looked, well, normal. Nothing was really that different from Southern Oklahoma, except that the trees where taller and the Wal-Mart closed by eight o'clock. For a girl with an imagination bigger than she was it was kinda a let down. It would have been impossible at the time for her small child mind to have wrapped around the understanding that moving to a town of 6,664 would slowly begin to assemble a person so drastically different than had her family not been relocated from a town six hours away with the population of twenty thousand.
Fast forward four years, and you would find a moody little ten year old girl that had read higher level books than most high school students, and had the vocabulary to prove it. The majority of her fellow classmates didn’t understand this vocabulary. This paired with the fact that in a small town the people who could trace their family tree back fourteen generations to the founders of the town, had put her in the sights of the internal radars the towns people used to distinguish move-ins. This eventually made her an easy target of her middle school peers. At this time a sort of hatred began brewing in her system for this small minded town with no one that dared have an opinion of their own. The children who had parents high up in the school board or town had the ability to do as they please because none would dare try to discipline a small-town royal. She envisioned herself to one day be the *Princess Elissa in a town full of Pygmalions. She was ready to rid herself of the tyranny that now surrounded her in this town, and once more build another Carthage to escape the only hell she could ever imagine. A Hell filled with misunderstandings, an early onset of the dreaded puberty, and the fact that in that place most people knew your business before you had any idea that it was even going on.
Skip a few more years and this young girl is beginning to no longer be a child, instead in her place is a fourteen year old freshman who is beginning to understand her surroundings. She has yet to come to terms with them though. A girl who believes that not caring about what people think, is best shown to the world by being the exact opposite of the accepted. The small town is pushing in on her from every direction like a tree planted between rocks forcing her to either give up, and become a simple small bush never to see the true sunlight or to grow one direction. Up. Therefore, up she grows reaching for that sunlight. What seemed to interest her the most is the moonlight. The moonlight is not a necessity to the growth of the tree, in fact when it comes out to visit most other plants close to sleep, but she cannot possibly escape the chance of experiencing this strange phenomenon of light with no heat. The young lady that is forming realizes that her only way to truly escape that town which is pushing in on her is to grow enough that she can become successful on her own terms: educated, loved, and free. She has made the friends of a lifetime that could never be separated from her, and begins to accept the fact that she is not like her peers.
Fast forward once more, and you will be at the present time. Before you will stand the girl that, you have watched this entire time. She has become someone who after she learned to quit hating the small town of hypocrites and politics, and instead to look at the town of hospitality and a close knit group of people. She has became, strangely enough, thankful for her years of citizenship in that town. The ability to speak both in the common tongue and when needed make the intelligent comments, but most importantly not force words onto people that makes them feel inferior, has been cultivated through the lack of multiple opinions. The ability to think without having to be told to do so, for if she waited on that then who would ever think? Most importantly though, the thing that has been the hardest lesson for this girl to gain from her city of Pygmalions, is to never take anything anyone says at face value. To make her own opinions, and to never give up simply because someone does not believe you. For they are just plants that close their petals with the birth of the moon, they have not yet experienced the rays of knowledge and hope that comes from the working for something that is not necessary for the survival of the body, but is essential for the life of your lucidity.

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