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Imploration

Dear Owner,

I have been working at your esteemed residence ever since I was taken out of my original packaging. I have ensured that not even a single day passes without me giving 100% to the job I have been entrusted with. 

But, of late I have been called a laggard, a good for nothing, a pain in the god knows where and a host of other expletives by you and your family members.

I want you to have a one-to-one with me and explain if there is something wrong with me. It would be great if we could do it while your wife is not around. For I suspect that she's the one who has brought about this predicament.

I have seen her drooling over advertisements of some futuristic model that claims that it can run circles around me. I strongly feel such magazines should be banned for your monetary stability if not for anything else.

At times I feel I am an unwanted member of your family. I don't deserve to be insulted and ignored like this. I request you to look into my case and resolve it at the earliest.

Yours faithfully,

Forbes





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