I loved you, once.
With a ferocity that vibrated. But, the movers came and I never saw you again. As I unpacked, and rearranged the bits and pieces of our life together, your demise became clear. Where could you have gone? You bastard. Lost in your synthetically made haze of silicon and plastics. I've replaced you now. I didn't want to because you knew all of my intimate secrets. But hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, especially once I found your box of double A's. May the ones inside you explode. Jerk.
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