Sedentary on your couch as the low light flickers a poor example of how to pay your medical bills. You say, "There's no choice, it's a dangerous game that no one wins." Now we're both yelling at the TV and there's no place I'd rather be than here. I suggest that we move onto something a little less dark. I say, "This program's great, but I can't fathom it without missing the ones I love." You almost immediately oblige, saying, "I was getting sick of it anyway. I mean, who wants to see some guy's head on a tortoise shell at the end of the day?" The screen goes black and little do you know through the actors' faces I was looking at yours. For the last half hour, I was comprehending your countenance through cheap glass and tubes. I think I might need you.
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