Wherein I talk to the television
“You can go on a walk, you’ve got no problems,” I say irrationally at the television.
MindReader gazes calmly at me. “What?”
I sigh. “I would never be bitter about problems if I could just stand up and go on a walk and lament about them.”
“Hmm,” MindReader says.
“She’s so lucky,” I say.
“What else is she?”
“Beautiful,” I say.
“And?”
“Tanned!”
“And?”
“Ah,” I say. “Fictional!”
“Yes!” MindReader says. “Got it in four.”
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