There is a firefly on my ceiling. I can see him blinking on and off from anywhere in the room. I like fireflies. Their magical little hiney beacons blinking around in the summer sky. On the other hand it's a bug. It's a bug in my house. With his little light hiney blinking. Staccato, without rhythm, complete and total randomness. It's going to drive me completely insane. Extinguish your hiney little bug. Or I'm going to have to squish you with the fly-swatter. The ball's in your court little friend. Oh, and go away. Yeah, you should go away too.
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