I am nothing more than a tool. I cannot move under my own power or will. Weather I want to or not. I need to be used or tossed out once a newer better model comes along. I am a clunky piece of hardware that takes up space, I am old with missing parts. Shoved somewhere out of sight, clean the house throw me out. No regreting the toss or wanting it back I am no longer a wanted item.
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