It is always dark in my home. I never leave, for I could not live away from it. Fortunately, my home can travel. Wherever I go, it follows. The door never opens, and no one visits my chambers. However, I am not lonely. My friends speak to me, although they have never come to my home, or I gone to their's. Besides, my home is always full. Since home is where the heart is, I have quite a lot of blood and organs in mine.
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