My new Job in a Magic Show_My House Wants to Meet_Limited Support_There’s Always Tomorrow
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My new Job in a Magic Show
Today it all happened. I didn’t know it yet, but soon the most exciting day in my life would begin. Let me explain.My name is Lily, and I live with my Mum, Vikki. One day a girl called Daisy came to visit us with her dad. I am always very excited and run around when visitors come in, but Mum told me to sit down and behave. I’m good at sitting too. Daisy looked impressed.“Good girl, so obedient and so pretty,” she said and sat beside me. I liked her. I tried to stand up, but Mum told me to sit down again. I just wanted to play.Daisy’s dad talked to Mum about their Magic Show and their reason fo...
My House Wants to Meet
Dowww.onedoor.ccuglas, or Doug, was on the most awkward date of his life and it was not even his own. The person sitting opposite him on the dining table was not his date, but a proxy like him. It was a date for their houses. The humans received instructions through a Bluetooth earphone, passed what their houses wished to communicate and described the meal before them. The date was rather mechanical, but other than that the meal and ambiance was actually quite lovely.Doug was a smart home enthusiast; he lived alone so he had no restrictions to consider. He outfitted his entire house with the latest gadgets ...
Limited Support
“Houston…? Hey, Houston, are you there?” “Yes, boss!” “…We have a problem…” “Okay, what’s the problem?” “The Internet is down.” “That’s more of a setback than a problem, isn’t it?” “It’s a fucking problem when I can’t load my invoices! It’s a problem when I can’t access my fucking bank account!” “Alright, alright. No need to get shirty with me. I’ll look into it.” “…Thank you…” “…Looking at the server… the server says… everything is working normal.” “So, why can’t I pull up anything on my computer?” “Dunno. Hang on a sec while I put you on hands-free… Still there?” “Yep.” “Right… I need to lo...
There’s Always Tomorrow
“Am I a hoarder?” my darling 81-year-old husband, Ralph, asks me.I know this is one of those Do or Die moments i.e. I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t answer him honestly. With over 50 years of marriage behind us, I know how sensitive he is and I don’t want to ruffle his drooping feathers. He’s always told me he likes me to be honest, but when I am, most of the time he doesn’t like my honest answer. What do I say?“Um… do you want me to be honest, Ralph?”“OK, so I AM a hoarder eh?” Ralph shouts, not realizing he’s shouting. He’s 90% deaf. “Do you have to be so blatantly honest about it?”...