It Doesn't Seem Real...

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It doesn’t seem real, my life. Morning is rough; coffee would be nice. It is never made as it sits on the stove, and pancakes taste like plastic. FruFoo, my toy poodle barks only when you push his buttons. I’m lonely, all I have is plastic friends and pudgy hands that make me move.





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