You are sitting in your small apartment at your desk, studying hard. It's getting darker and darker, night is approaching, and you haven't paid for the heating and your apartment is cold. You are dressed in warm clothes and wrapped in blankets. You hear laughter somewhere, you lift your head and see me floating in the air. I'm having a good laugh seeing you like this. I'm hanging in the air with my arms crossed Can you see me, sweet girl?
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