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It’s so empty, nothing’s in here except for me, tuna and old red.
It’s been empty for a month. I wonder why Tommy doesn’t come anymore. I miss looking at the brightness; well I only do because it’s part of my job.
Old tuna’s always complaining because he hasn’t been touched since Tommy shoved him in the corner, serves him right; he sure is smelly.
I don’t mean to boast but I’m the important one here, without a click of me it would be too dark to see anything.
I miss old bulb I wouldn’t be anything about her.
Fuzz would always show off because Tommy loved him most, I’m glad he’s gone now. I was afraid those big versions of Tommy would pluck me out of my place like all those other things.
Old red is patient, so silent, she never opens and she’s so empty, I feel sorry for her.
Wait a minute something’s creaking…
Article posted November 3, 2009 at 02:18 AM •
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