For ages, the mirror whispered, "They think I'm just glass and silver, but the truth? I know all the selfies, all the awkward bathroom musings on life's directions."
"The chair squeaks not from old age, but from secrets of broken vows and hidden love affairs lodged in its cushions. Sit here long enough, and you'll hear them," gloated the once plush recliner.
"Why don't you come closer?" murmured the dusty lamp, flickering as if to illuminate the shadows where it hid its tawdry ambitions of spying on private conversations.
"There's no relief from the heat, even in winter, as I can never escape this ceaseless cycle of toasting toes," sighed the grumpy old radiator, envious of the icy calm of its sibling in the attic.
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