The moment I walk in the door she vies (sic) for my attention. She whines , whimpers, and begs that I not just say hi, but cuddle her, coddle her and converse with her.
She is my new computer, my new internet connection. She doesn't want me to have a life outside of her. If she were my husband , I might consider going for marital counseling. But I love her, and I don't want to neglect her-she means well.
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