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The forsaken TV

It was reported some time back that TV viewership fell for the first time ever in the USA. I'm surprised it took this long for the idiot box to start slipping out of favor. Thanks to the internet, the options we have at our disposal have grown exponentially. The TV, traditionally disconnected from the network cables, was caught unawares to the changing climes. Though it has recovered some lost ground, it'll probably never hog family time the way it used to. This probably stems from the fact that entertainment is less familial and more personal now. Our ever-expanding options have spoilt us for choice and we now prefer going separate ways to satiate our exacting personal preferences.
It's kinda sad, the ties that bound us together seem to be weakening.

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