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[my_six_hearts]

[someone had carried the Weighted Companion Cube to the library some time ago, and had left it there. It sat propped against a wall near a bench, like an end table. Until now, its thoughts had gone unrecorded. However, someone else happened to carelessly leave their book and an open journal on the top of it, partially obscuring one of its painted hearts, presumably to return to them later.

now, as blips of thoughts float through its inanimate mind, printed words peck across the page as if being put there by an invisible typewriter.]

...I think I am beginning to understand now.

But...I don't think I like it.