I have a Couch of Requirement. This is not to say that my couch produces things I want... usually the opposite, in fact. But it is a couch upon which Mama cat requires me to be. Loudly, vociferously, insistently, and unyieldingly, I am summoned to sit upon the damn couch. Not in the office. Not at the table. On. The. Couch. Along with Mama
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