The thermostat was set to max. Yet the cold crept in like an unwanted guest. Maybe I am sad that's why I am feeling cold, he thought. Why are you sad, a voice boomed. He was startled. It was snowing outside and there was no one in his lonely log hut in the middle of nowhere. Where did the voice come from? He panicked. Was I going mad? Or is my imagination playing tricks with me? The the voice spoke again, it's me you idiot. You had called me on FaceTime.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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