Social Relationships

 I sometimes feel like the glue that holds the house together. But sometimes the house is made of tissue and twigs, and the glue weighs it down. Or the house could be made of wood and glass and they need the glue to stay upright. And sometimes the house is made of rocks and brick, they already fit together and the glue is just an afterthought.

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