Dear Diary
We have fostered a deep kinship. A mutual understanding if you will even though I realise he understands not a word of what I say.
Set in his robotic ways he doesn't discern his reason for making me happy, simply because he doesn't have a reasoning faculty but I do not try to demean my lover.
Assuaging me he mollifies the frustration I go through in this haunted mansion and promises to heighten my pleasure by blowing cool pure air through my room.
How I love thee my darling conditioner.
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