Like a red sock, or a teaching assistant on a train, there is quite often no good reason for your appearance. Sometimes I realise you have been lurking behind me quietly for some time, like a hungry cat.
It is like my inner person is covered in beans. Millions of beans.
Simple things, meaningless things, trivialities, become enormous great big beans.
I never asked for beans though.
In fact, I only ever really enjoy beans on top of a quiche or a fully scrambled egg.
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