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It took forever to get it through customs. He let it sit nestled in a corner for weeks once we got it home. He told me he would remove it from the box in due time. When he finally extracted it, he mounted it in a corner facing west. He knelt before it every morning and whispered to it.
If I was alone and looked at the face long enough, its eyes opened and followed me around the room. This morning, I noticed the finger changed position and pointed in the opposite direction.
As I drew nearer, it taunted, “Touch me.”