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Invisible
Excuse me? Is the weather report really of more importance than my words? It will repeat in a few moments, I may not. Why must you cut me off mid-sentence so that you may call out the answer to your game show? You are not listening to what I have to say. When confronted, you deny, make excuses. Do you not realize how worthless you make me feel? Do you not see that you are driving me away-- driving me within? Perhaps I should take my leave. You would never notice, the weather report is on.
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