I'm not sure where I am.
A quarter will get me me.
I might be mad I'm alone.
"Hello?" I say.
I can hear myself give a faint "Hello?"
"I can't hear you very good." I said.
"Hello? Is that me?"
My voice sounds far away.
"I think it's broken." I say.
"Broken? Am I ok? Where am I?"
My thoughts sound upset.
I hang up.
I like looking at clouds.
Sometimes the clouds look like things.
They look like bunnies mostly.
I like fluffy bunnies.
I giggle when I see them in the sky.
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