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Jesus, would you look at the time. I’ve got less than 15 minutes to write this. My rhetoric here may be hard to understand. Once upon a time, I wanted a toy. I don’t remember what this toy was; it could’ve been a pink elephant, for all I know. I wanted two things from this toy: satisfaction and the ability to show it off. And for some reason- some really dumb reason- I would not rest until I got this toy. Everyone would be jealous. I wanted people to be jealous. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to have something no one else did. I wanted to fit in. I wanted a lot of things. Then I got the toy. I played with it twice. Then, it sat collecting dust at the bottom of my toy bin. I had gotten my two uses out of it. After that, it was useless. I wanted a different toy. I wanted two things from this toy: satisfaction and the ability to show it off. Unfortunately, I never got either of these things. Today, people want different kinds of toys. Toys that solely function to serve them. Toys that might be used once and never again. Toys that might be human beings. Toys that are left useless, hopeless, thrown away. If by chance, a toy more suitable than the current toy is found, it will be replaced, no questions asked. Women aren't toys. No. That's not right; I meant: people aren't toys.