There are items all around the house that keep an eye on me. Some are more subtle than others. I appreciate their vigilence. I appreciate their smile and bounce. I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I do sometimes wonder just whose interests they have at heart (if they had a heart). Is there a hidden agenda? Who exactly do you serve, ball? I'm not even sure that's a smile. What do you want from me? Stop looking at me. What if I put you on the internet so you can look at someone else? Will you then allow me an unwatched moment? Maybe? OK then, in the meantime, please stop looking at me...Oh there now, I think eye ball is happy again, he was just lonely. I think he likes you...really likes you.
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