I'm sometimes hard, sometimes soft. It hurts to bend. Like everything else, I don't like being broken. I come in different sizes, and colors. Sometimes I feel nice in the hand, and sometimes I feel nice in the lap.
Some people like to eat my insides* (Brendan), and some like to feel me.
When I'm soft, I like to just sit here and remain unbent. Its
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