Yes. There is a prize. (This offer nullified if any of your answers required even one iota of "research" rather than emanating solely from your memory stores. Yes, I'll know. I have ways.)
I bet you think now I'm going to write about love, about loss, about unlikely matches, about sappiness, about momentos, about a movie that I have seen more times than I like to admit.
I'm writing because I have a secret desire (well, not anymore). The persistent object of my lust (I know. It's sad). A Harvard Metal-Typer. Now you know.
I have a tiny tiny house. But I would fit it in.
Did you use one of these machines as a child? I sure did.
So, if you're in a store and you see one of these languishing in a corner, call me right away. Have Subaru, will travel.