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Before I invented this constitution, I used to celebrate with an argument over french toast or waffles with a coworker, now I just sit in my own filth at a rust-coloured bus-stop outside of Tucson, AZ. They groomed me like a minx, carrying me to bed each night with a careful, gentle touch. Yet, they woke me yesterday as a mink, hammered a nail through my skull smashing my bones taut to the bark of a tree, and skinned me into a designer shell.