by Shafia K. Al-Mohannadi
You can complain and curse when you hear me, but I can't help myself if the scent of it thrills me. It's so tasty, and I'm always hungry. Hungry because humans are so cautious with what they do to prevent my food from being served. It infuriates me.
I'm so hungry that if i just get a lungful of that heavenly smell, I cry tears of happiness.
But it's really funny making people get out, making them leave everything they were working on. Sometimes I just go off randomly and see their reaction.
It gets really boring in here. Nothing happens much except seeing humans typing away on the keyboard. God, I feel so sorry for him. It's one thing to be me, but it is a completely different situation when you're a keyboard. It sucks.
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