Today, I shed a tear. It turned into a jellyfish. It stuck on my keyboard, ready to die. “I wonder why you' re not normal.”, it said. I touched it just to feel its venom. I could've said “Look! Now I'm normal!” or “Look, I can feel!”, but the jellyfish just died on me like a wrinkled, self-defeated parent. “Now what?”, I asked my keyboard. “Nothing”, it said, “I'm just a machine”. The first word came out of its guts with pure violence. It was a word with no feelings. The dead jellyfish quaked.
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