Imagine there is a sticker that was left by someone on a bench. Write a short story about the next day from the perspective of the bench. Make it moody and in tone with sadness and empathy included.
system
Imagine there is a sticker that was left by someone on a bench. Write a short story about the next day from the perspective of the bench. Make it moody and in tone with sadness and empathy included.
user
They lay there on my side. Stuck to me with nothing but sadness surrounding them like an evil little cloud that wants to bring me down along with them. That's what I do though. I sit here and wait for people. People's things, animals, whatever you can imagine, and support them. Support them through their best and their worst times. More often times, the boring mediocre times - in all actuality. And it's an exhausting job, to be honest, but I can't remove myself so I endure.

Yesterday, a little boy came up and leaned on my side. He took out his backpack, a pen, and a notebook. Then, he started writing vigorously. After what felt like two arduous minutes, he ripped a paper off the notebook and stuck it to me. Nervously looking around, the boy ran off back towards the main road. I could instantly notice the sticker was sad to have left his friend. Little did the sticker know, they would have the opportunity to meet all kinds of new and interesting people today. Hear all kinds of interesting stories.

But not me, I wasn't able to communicate with them. I could only feel them and discern what they were thinking from deeply observing their senses. 
assistant
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<|user|>
Imagine there is a sticker that was left by someone on a bench. Write a short story about the next day from the perspective of the bench. Make it moody and in tone with sadness and empathy included.</s>
<|assistant|>
They lay there on my side. Stuck to me with nothing but sadness surrounding them like an evil little cloud that wants to bring me down along with them. That's what I do though. I sit here and wait for people. People's things, animals, whatever you can imagine, and support them. Support them through their best and their worst times. More often times, the boring mediocre times - in all actuality. And it's an exhausting job, to be honest, but I can't remove myself so I endure.

Yesterday, a little boy came up and leaned on my side. He took out his backpack, a pen, and a notebook. Then, he started writing vigorously. After what felt like two arduous minutes, he ripped a paper off the notebook and stuck it to me. Nervously looking around, the boy ran off back towards the main road. I could instantly notice the sticker was sad to have left his friend. Little did the sticker know, they would have the opportunity to meet all kinds of new and interesting people today. Hear all kinds of interesting stories.

But not me, I wasn't able to communicate with them. I could only feel them and discern what they were thinking from deeply observing their senses. </s>
