"Please be quiet."
No.
"What?"
I can't be quiet.
"Then try to be quiet."
Not possible.
"Huh?"
I was born to talk and talk and talk.
"For just five minutes."
Hmmmmm.
"Please?"
Buy me food.
"Eh?"
In exchange for my silence, I need food.
"But we just ate."
So? I'm still hungry.
"How can you be hungry after you've eaten that much?"
I guess I still can.
"Unbelievable."
So, am I going to get my compensation or not?
"Go screw yourself."
Oooh, feisty.
"Shut up."
I told you, I can't.
"Then stay at a distance."
I can't.
"You can't what?"
I just can't leave.
"Why not? I don't want you near me. You're too loud."
But then you'll be lonely.
"So?"
Trust me, that's a feeling you'll never want to have.
"Are you lonely?"
Who isn't lonely?
― c. g.
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