Some days it feels like nobody pays attention to me. They may notice me and film me, but they won't accede to my requests. Like yesterday for az apam to stop filming me.
I've been researching ways to get them (the man and his peeps) to listen to me.
I tried to emulate Nikita Khrushchev, but I can't reach my shoes when I'm at the dinner table. I just pound on the tray. It works. And az apam didn't film me doing it. It was az anyam.
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