What a waste of time. Really, they're all the same.
If I really cared about what an individual person was doing, I would let you know. Me telling you how much I spend on one channel on the Screen should already tell you how much I care for news on the outside.
I have heard noise from the outside when the Boy comes in, though. Something about Whitney something or other dying.
And I'm reminded of the weird priorities of the world.
My ceiling cracks a little more, the Screen shakes.
I wonder how long until any one will be asking for me.
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