Enter the room where your wallet enters, but never exits.
"Another invoice? But I thought we were friends!" exclaimed the bewildered patron, staring in despair at yet another counterfeit greeting from the electricity god.
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"Doesn't it look inviting?" asked Susan as shadows flickered sinisterly around correspondence from curious strangers.
You press "mute" on reality; it never hears you say "it's cruel irony."
"Why does it always change channels when I'm not looking?" questioned the despondent shadow of an undetermined television show.
All decorative slogans were misfortunes said calmly. It all seemed like a good idea.
"I could use a rest, but WiFi first," twitched the decor's passive agony emblem.