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punching_bag
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Annie111
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It's red, it's cushiony, and it's waiting for blather_fists.
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020115
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p2
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please have this delivered
to my soundproof_room
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021231
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oneoneone
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Bags can punch?? I should get one to
save beating myself up
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misstree
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home from work, snarling, i am crunchier than grapenuts, i am seething like hungry lava, i am inhuman_condition. before anyone even sees me, out to the garage, grab padded_sword from the shelf, heavier than i should swing, brutal in and against my hand. snarl. step around overturned shopping cart filled with urban debris, drunken trash trinkets. step through piles of shattered tiles; those are for more explosive rages. square off, pull back, and the first swing sends a shock up my arm, bag heavier than flesh, unyielding, ungrunting. animal roar and a flurry, as hard as i can, the bag becomes everything that has decieved me and disappointed me and thwarted me and made me rage. it all gets beaten mercilessly; i can feel it going tender with each impact, i can feel muscles screaming with each strike, but they are both my tools, mine, and will serve as i need them. my throat sends forth curses and growls and horrible barks, my arm loses accuracy until i am just flailing out the dregs of this horrible scarlet snarl. the spell snaps and i step back, one edge of lip curled, panting. a few last swings, scraping the bottom. i will smoke a cigarette and talk to the trees and rebecome myself before i go inside.
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040315
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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