The Loneliest Number

The number gazed out upon the set of nigh-infinite numbers and sighed. “Why won’t anyone pick me?” None of the other two hundred and ninety-two million numbers (give or take) wanted to mention it, but the number had a big piece of spinach stuck in its teeth.

Moral: Sometimes, it’s not us, it’s you.

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