People tend to like pretty lies. They mustn't like me terribly much then, for I can't spin them. You see, unlike most, I wasn't born with the rainbow cobweb everyone seems so intent on spinning. I'm incapable of being anybody else too, and frankly, being myself is quite hassle enough for me. But...in case I lose myself somewhere, I kindly ask you to return me. Once I'll be back, I will thank you profusely.