I have a dream. I dream to look as good as the beautiful woman in the photo frame on the opposite desk. Well, I have looked at her every minute of every day, and night. I'm her insomniac lover.
Alas! The one who last used me had no consideration. He threw his things around. I have drawers where his things ccould be kept, but he didn't seem to understand. Lunch box, water bottle (didn bother to clean up the liquid off me when he spilt it), bag, helmet, phone, papers, pens, pins, wallet, empty chips packet [!] et al- just strewn from one end to the other!
Pease! You don't do this to me. I've been promised a 'human-life' in my next birth. For all you know, you could be me - a simple office desk!
(on an office desk)
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