They don't speak to me anymore, it's as if they had grown weary of this mortal pass time. As I said, they don't speak to me anymore, that doesn't mean that they are not there anymore, they sit there, in front of me staring, smiling. That's all they do now, smile, and stare. Quite rude actually, I've tried pointing this out, but they seem keen on doing what they have been doing. No one sees them but me, it's kind of sad really, no one else to see their faces, to see how much they love to torment

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