This was my throne in front of the tv for the past eleven years, still seems pretty fine to me despite the seat cushions being way flatter than when new and the cover being a little worn... but its big sister beside was in terrible state with exposed sponges and amazingly a broken wooden support beam within after having to survive 3 kids jumping on it... so well, it has been ordered to go, along with its sister, by the matriarch of my family... I'll have to learn to sit together with my sis and mum again when its replacement comes...
The replacement, still smelling fresh and looking clean... with firm cushions that feels so alien to all of us... it'll take awhile to re-educate our bottoms after eleven years...
The Replace-ed... lying sadly on the corridor outside awaiting doomsday while the Replacement sits proudly inside as the centre of attraction. Once treated with care and pride, now treated as a troublesome nuisance... the never-ending war between the New and the Old continues to rage... inside all of us....
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