The wailing was getting louder as my loneliness sunk in. During the day, im unheard, unseen, unknown. But at dark, I'm heard, I'm seen, I'm feared. I dont' want to be feared. But, I saw a person enter before, they had boxes, they put their stuff around. Most of it is still in boxes though. Maybe I can help them? That way they'll stay! Right? Right. I stop my whining and float to their boxes, opening one and floating the items to various places I believe this person will like!
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