Though it's a single object,
without indoctrination,
force,
it's hard to call 'a scissors'
an 'it'.
And tough to say
'a pants',
'an underpants'
and 'a handcuffs'.
Before compulsion,
though much less often after,
I wished and felt
that I'd rather wear a suspenders
than a belt.
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