The Paper

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The Paper

You just returned from the gym where you lifted the 500 pound weights. Upon coming home you greet the new package awaiting your arms. You sift through the opening of the box and arrive at the paper inside. The paper! It stares back at you knowing full well that your muscles are pumped and awaiting its next challenge. You engage the paper. The paper stands its ground. You pull, pull again, curse words are mumbling around the curvature of your mouth. You dive in again but the paper continues to hold its ground. You think scissors but follow with a set of divine curses that all say "NO"!
Later that day the paper remains unopened.
Your napping now dreaming of the paper opened, the product that you so longed for in your arms and the paper in its proper place namely trash.