We have been watching you for some time. That's what they pay us to do. Then, we go home to our cube farms and sleep, allowing the next shift to watch us. We are in your mailbox, behind your house, inside your TV machine, in the sky, inside every money machine and hidden in the lamppost. We watch your sad life and try and forget ours as we fingers carrot sticks wet and slick from condensation, one at a time stolen from a ziploc bag.

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