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"Gnomes are in my apartment…"When some people have a day off they do things to improve their delicate mind like visit a museum, go see a play, read a book, or even paint!
"But Martha, your eyes are as blue as window cleaner!"
For Sai it was a day to sit around on her couch and watch trashy soap operas with a carton of ice cream. She was in no mood for anything intellectual today.
"Undying Love will return after these messages from our sponsors!" A voice beamed out from the TV. For the rabbit ear women on theother hand, she let out a loud groan because she knew those breaks felt like they where 15 minutes long.
To kill some times during the break she walked into her room where her notebook and candle sat on the desk. Cracking it open to a clean page she picked up her pencil and started to make an entry.
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Hello Journal,
Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while; life has been bogging me down with so much work that I have not been writing in you. I promise I'll make it up to you.
I been wondering lately, do objects have souls? Does my sofa getmad at me when I spill ice cream all over it or my TV watches me when I watch TV?
I know it sounds crazy my dear journal but lately I felt like I'm not alone in my apartment anymore, like something is living with here meand not saying a single word. This feeling has been going on ever sinceI went to that shop. Why just yesterday when I came home in the middle of the night I felt like something was really happy to see me come home safe and sound.
Weird, huh?
So, I have some theories about this.
A. I'm going insane and soon the nice people in the white coats will take me away.
B. Gnomes are in my apartment, if so they are going to folk over gold to help me pay the bills.
C. A ghost is haunting me; I should find that number for those busters…
I'm thinking A is the best theory so far.
"We now return to Undying Love…" The TV announced after returning from an extremely long commercial break.
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Oh! My soap is back on! They have been having this really juicy plot with Martha getting pregnant by an alien who is really John's brother, uncle, dog, twice removed, nephew. I sometimes wonder what the writers are smoking…
Talk to you later!
Closing the notebook she made a mad dash from her room only to trip on a lone stuffed carrot plushie.
"Ow…"
