“The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog”.

“The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”

 

That was one of the sentences I used to practice typing. Since November 8, in my imagination, the quick brown fox quickly slaughters a few of the denizens of the henhouse, frightens some sheep and eventually skulks away back into the forest once the farmer, awakened from his slumbers, recalls the dog – who was not lazy, really, just sound asleep, and had run away to Canada after the fox stole his lunch together with his “guardian …

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