Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various … - Ingrid Michaelson

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In all these situations, there was not enough violence against them to take it beyond the category of sex; they were not coerced enough.

Ingrid Michaelson

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts. So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess, And to stop the muscle that makes us confess

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