Andy Young: An abs soul loot game changer

By Andy Young

No one, least of all me, can afford to stagnate professionally. That’s why, in an effort to improve myself technologically, I recently decided to try out an “app” (I think that’s what it’s called) which, according to its creator, can sharpen up anyone’s writing, or at least the spelling part of it. Has it helped? You be the judge.

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