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The spirit and I

got along fine.

One time,

I cried for a whole day

while the spirit

experimented

with glad tidings

and great joy.

Another time,

I couldn’t stop laughing

while it

dialed out depression

and frustration.

But it didn’t kill me,

didn’t

suck my life force

or puppet my limbs,

and it complied

with my requests just fine,

given I don’t think

it had much sapience

(that, Dr. Mizto, is the capacity for logic and reasoning and reflection)

or much sentience

(and that, Doctor, is the ability to perceive the environment and make choices,

like a koala choosing where to sleep),

it just had a vague understanding

of where it’d been

and where it was now

and what its host wanted.

One time,

it took away my feeling of disgust

so then I ate moss

off a tree

and licked

mud

and then I got sick

and almost died.

So the spirit and I,

we got along fine

ish

but I

decided

on the forest floor

that we better

part ways.

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