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May 2015
“Why me over him though, i don’t understand, he really loved you and you still came back to me”
“Simply”, I replied, “I’d rather be a toy than a punching bag, for when toys get cast aside the greatest damage that they must endure is neglect. Punching bags, however, get hit time after time until they burst at the seams and can never be hit again. They get tossed aside eventually as well, of course. But plenty of people use old toys, yet you never see someone recycle an old  punching bag?”
Sonia Breuch
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Sonia Breuch  california
(california)   
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