In the past, you have returned five young copies of your education. You are Stephen Hawking is actually used to be.

Every copy of the actual purchased books were returned to the webstore as soon as they arrived. The order was wrong.There is no relation between what was bought and the goods that arrived. Am I making myself clear? There was no relation.

But I am what Stephen Hawking is actually used to being. I am the fresh college product that won't ever be returned. I am the god of Math and Literature, and I occupy the space in this wheelchair like a bold Captain. I write war novels, and bake pies in the top category of their class. I could give your brain a thought that would, undeniably, destroy it. Give me a few words. I'm fucking Hawking.

There's no difference between what I ordered and what arrived today. No computer switch-ups to frustrate me this time. I ordered the largest one of its kind. I ate the packaging. I think this product is a decent example of the books we needed to learn at school. But taking a look inside, there was little left to learn.