Why is it that you insist on popping off at me, when I apply you to your position? I know I stick you on flimsy, ugly brown boxes, but please do cooperate.
Even though you are in for a forgettable, dark ride to already visited places, and, upon arriving, you are likely to be given another dark, probably humid home, it would be nice if you stuck it out with your newly acquired, cubic companion.
Because you see, even though this may feel like a very lateral move for you, I assure you that greater things await. You may be lonely in the mean time and you may defiantly turn up your edges. But I predict that when you finally find your home, you will be quite resistant to removal.
--Your Fellow Weary Traveler
29 September 2009
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