I like pine cones.
They are spiky.
I want a giant pile of them.
The goblin urge to horde a million of them.
Maybe I shall.
They bring me joy.
They also bring me bugs.
I like pine cones but maybe they dislike me.
I have never asked whether they like me back.
It would be impractical to own multiple pine cones.
One or two would be fine.
Too many would be a problem.
How do you know when its the right pine cone.
The pine cone never asked to be picked up.
Maybe you will pick it up and bring it home only to find out it is diseased.
Maybe I don't like pine cones.
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