My reserve is that of an item. I am a pet... a dog. I have become nothing and resorted to a predicate of use.
Feed... bark... hark... my worth is that of refuse.

Welcome to my world of garbage.



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I hit her with the hammer on top of the head. She made a lot of noise and kept on making noise, so I hit her again.