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You don’t like me. You don’t have to pretend; I’ve heard things you call me when I screech. I’ve felt the chill as you opened windows and doors just to stop my screaming. I’m very sensitive, you know; we ‘air-signs’ are.

When you adopted me you seemed very happy. Mum seemed particularly... well, relieved, I guess. You, Dad, were glad to get me up here out of harm’s way, where the air’s clear.

But now I’m ignored. You still need me, but you don’t like me. I know, because now I’m disabled! You might not live to regret it!

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    Neville Hunt about 8 years ago

    An ad on the radio today with an anthropomorphic, talking smoke alarm made me think of this.

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    Neville Hunt about 8 years ago

    Thanks, Drew, there was an element of self-criticism in this...but having narrowly survived the Kings Cross fire way back, I limit myself to the cursing and not the immobilisation!

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