It was lonely here. That's why he bought me. That's why he assembled all my pieces and programmed me to move, speak and clean after him. The first thing my server computed was his smile. He used to say I was the answer to all his problems. I used to believe him. All his clothes, I picked up off the floor and all the mildew in the tub that I scraped away. The only other living things alongside Earl were the roaches. Now, you could eat off the floor. If only he would stay. No. "No," he always says while he's rushing out the door. To work, to Ernie's for a drink, to take a drive to get some smokes, or he needs some air. He never needs to be here. But he'll need this shirt the next week. One day he may just need me.
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