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To the metal objects of the world
Dear Everything Made of Metal:
Please stop attacking me. I thought you had gotten your point across when the fence attacked my foot. You didn't need to send the washing machine after my hands as well.
Yours,
Horribly Maimed
Please stop attacking me. I thought you had gotten your point across when the fence attacked my foot. You didn't need to send the washing machine after my hands as well.
Yours,
Horribly Maimed