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I am back with a bang and I am bored. Dad is too busy to play. Mom doesn't love me. She loves that brick. She keeps looking at the brick. The brick glows strangely and at times also utters sounds. Believe me that brick is black magic. Stay away from it. It will take hold of you and then you will be lost. My ball is so much better. If I squeeze it hard, then it squeaks. Dad got me this ball. I love it. But I am tired of playing on my own. It is so much more fun when someone throws the ball away and I get to run after it and bring it back to be thrown away again. I am never tired of that. I love to chase after it and then bring it back. But today there is no one to throw the ball. Dad is busy with paper work. Mom is under the spell of the glowing brick. I am bored. Will you play with me?