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You're under my desk. Who knows how you got there. I don't know you're there, or maybe I do? Either way I don't care. You're too pathetic to even acknowledge. I just dangle my feet over you, wiggling my toes and curling them as I work, never speaking a word to you, sparing you a glance or even a thought. Your existence is beneath my notice. Slowly my feet get closer to you, the smell filling the air as my toes fill your vision. Eventually I start , squishing and battering you beneath my feet. Your predicament never even registers in my mind. You're nothing but a pathetic loser. You BELONG beneath me. Nothing more than a footstool