Human Punching Bag

I love being punched.  Bullied at school, they used to punch me sometimes. I was afraid in those days.  But later, as I grew stronger, I was able to be punched in more places, not just my arms, my legs.  No, eventually, I was able to be punched in my chest, my stomach.  Until I was black with bruises.  How I loved my bruises!  I am the human punching bag. And you can beat me as much as you like!

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