Once upon a time, waaaaay back in medieval computer era precisely 2011, on a cold blustery January night with the wind howling off the near by lakeshore, while nestling with hot chocolate swimming with a healthy pour of 18 year old Glevnlevit scotch and topped off with whipped cream and a maraschino cheery, our main story character in wrapped their brand new sparkling MacBook Air. After plugging in the 45 watt power chord ever so delicately and entering the correct Apple user name and airport wifi log in credentials, with their trusty and content gray tabby feline ever so cleaver and curious over this new machine that folds in half, play classical and modern music downloaded through an external 1tb hard drive. The cat was very in tune with the masters bewilderment of such a fine yet powerful laptop as he swiped up, across and even applied a 3 finger swipe to switch apps and search through the data freshly stored in this pristine machine. After a successful and fulfilling hours of computing, search the World Wide Web, our main character cuddled off the bed, but ran the battery down to the brilliant red alert, plugged in the reliable 45 watt power chord the cradled ever so perfectly into the MacBook Air.
The next morning with the birds chirping, coffee brewing and a well deserved day off from their midweek place of employment, the Mac book air user updated information, set up creative suite 3 and CONDITIONED the battery.
On a overcast day in gloomy 2018 where the sweltering humidity is relentlessly implementing new exalted and heralded Macbook Pros to a throttling halt. In the distance, large heavy grey nimbus cloud formation loom over from the horizon and uncertainty in new products and marksmanship, our main character nursing a Molson Golden with his trust plump and aloof black angora cat intently groom herself and over grown fur, is typing to others on that MacBook air developed waaaaay in the primitive computer age, without the help from the trusty 45 watt mag safe power chord.
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