Letter: 17

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I was certainly yelled at.

Threatened of being fired.

But nothing mattered.

But nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered as along as the coin told me what to do.

It told me to work, I worked.

  It told me to rest, I rest.

It told me to eat, I eat.

When it wanted me to go home, I went.

It spoke to me.

Only me.

No one was able to hear it.

It was like a constant voice inside my head which commanded me.

And I obeyed.

I didn't notice anyone.

I didn't care what they said to thought.

As long as I had my coin with me, I was fine.

And so I continued for several days.

The same robotic life, but with a change.

Then one day I lost it.




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