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I have reached another trauma-tic moment in my life. A dear friend has reached the end. I have had several years of my friend’s com-pany. However, it is time to admit I have worn out my third collar.

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It had had a few “oops” moments, like when I forgot to take it off when I went swimming. When I turned on the third lap, I suddenly realized I still had my collar on. I don’t feel right without a collar on, and it takes me a conscious effort to take it off. I knew Sir was going to have to replace it soon.

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Read the rest of titlet in Consent Magazine Issue #20 Winter 2003